Trials of Fire!! Adni Untold Saga Chapter 52
IPK3 Season 2 Episode 122
“Aye Saala!” (Hey Dude!)
Advay choked on his drink as the hard slap hit him in his back. Chandni stood up immediately in anger as to who the hell was attacking her husband with the slander. She came between her now coughing husband and the attacker.
“Hey! You!” Fury Sparked in her eyes.
“Nothing of your concern, babe!” The man casually disregarded her without a second look and tried to reach her Dev.
In a blink of moment, Chandni’s fist hit the man in his cheek with a resounding force....sending a stinging zing through his whole body and throwing him backward almost.
Confounded and angry, the man was just about to pounce back on her; when Murli, with all his strength, held his hands from behind restricting him. Advay, having recovered from his cough, held Chandni back restraining her from attacking the man further.
“Security!.......Security!” Chandni yelled, angrily looking around for the men who were supposed to protect them.
“Chandni….. one minute!” Advay dismissed the men who came running at her call while she struggled to get free from his hold.
As the man also struggled to get free from Murli’s arms, Murli stopped him,
“Bhaiyya, one minute! She is Bhabhi! Chandni bhabhi!”
“Huh?” The man looked dumbstruck.
Chandni was also dumbstruck wondering why Murli called the attacker Bhaiyya and disclosed her identity.
Advay smiled. “Chandni, meet DD DarshDanish! My best childhood Friend in the world!” He turned to the man his smile widening further, “DD, meet Chandni, my wife!”
The man looked carefully at her, recognition dawning on him, “I couldn’t recognise her. She looks much different than the portrait!......and you didn’t tell me.......”
Chandni was at total loss. How many childhood friends did her husband have across the world? The Police commissioner in Allahabad had turned out to be his friend, now this attacker.
“What portrait?” She blurted in exasperation.
“I had a portrait of yours with me which he had earlier seen.” Advay tried clarifying her confusion. Chandni didn’t know what portrait he was referring to.
“She’s the same one,just changed avatar!” He clarified to Darsh.
“Bhaiyya carried your portrait from London. It was in the guest house. But once in anger, Bhaiyya broke the glass and the frame; so I had to take it down.”
Murli supplied the information putting oil in fire for Advay and earning a glare from him in return.
“Missed you, Man! Come here!” Advay spread his arms to Darsh.
Darsh smiled wide spreading his arms.
Both men hugged tight patting on each other’s back in along embrace.
Chandni scrutinised the friend, her eyes still sceptical,though he gave the impression of being one of those rare, good-hearted, steadfast people that one knew one could rely upon in a crisis. He was handsome.... hugely attractive with burning yet soulful eyes and scruffy facial hair...... His hairline clearly defined like a typical intellectual and the jet black waves of hair adding to his sexy looks.
Chandni wondered if he was some bollywood hero!
Darsh inclined his head ever so slightly, piercing brown eyes resting on her and his mouth curving in a smile. Laugh lines carved the edges of his mouth. She blinked at the sensual aura coming at her like jet propulsion.
Somehow, she didn’t feel the burn of connection she experienced with Dev!
He was dressed down with just a casual T and jeans with a cap hanging from his pocket, yet with his handsomeness, he looked killer in that simple attire. He exuded a masculine power that pressed down upon her, combined with a deadly charm.
He pretended not to have a care in the world, an air of debauched rough-and-tumble. Yet, Chandni glimpsed the sharp intelligence hidden behind that facade, glinting in the depth of inky black eyes!
“Namaste Bhabhi!” Darsh greeted her. (Greetings!)
“Namaste!” Chandni stood behind Advay as if expecting protection from the friend now.
“Bhabhi has a strong right hand fist! Haath tagada hai! She’s a fighter! ”
“You won’t know how many colours she has! Bahut teekhi Hai,Yaar!”
Advay encouraged Darsh wanting to tease Chandni now hiding behind him; while earlier she had hit Darsh. (She’s spicy)
“Kaafi teekhi hai!” Darsh agreed glancing between them with a hint of curiosity. (Yes, quite spicy)
“Chubhati bhi hai!” (Pricks as well)
Advay reminisced the diya rasam when Chandni had defied him by putting nails in his path. He got a punch in the back as Chandni, in mock anger, tried dissuading him from discussing her with some friend as if she was not there.
Advay took the cap hanging from Darsh’s jeans pocket and put it on his head, showing Chandni the absolute comfort that existed between the two friends.
“Darsh is part of our family for years now. For me, like a brother, my most cherished friend.” Advay explained Chandni the closeness of their relation.
“So cherished that he did not contact me after reaching India!” Darsh mocked him putting across his complaint to Chandni. “Must have been busy with you! Totally engrossed!”
Chandni smiled with the truth of his statement. She and Dev were so much into each other that the rest of the world ceased to exist for them.
“Come, let’s go to our place.” Chandni urged both Dev and Darsh.
Dev threw his head back and laughed, “His place!”
Chandni looked quizzically at him.
“No Bhabhi, OUR PLACE!” Darsh argued feigning an action to punch Advay.
“But no thanks! I’ll get into some hotel and meet you guys later.”
“Nothing doing! You are coming with us. Everybody will be happy to meet you.” Chandni was firmly insistent. “Or otherwise, be ready for a second shot!”
She feigned a punching action at Darsh and everybody laughed. Darsh liked her already. She was open, vivacious and definitely making a huge difference in his friend’s life. Advay was a better man around her, a happier one…….
Something Advay had missed being all through his growing years. And that was what he, as Advay’s best friend, had wanted for Advay......He liked this Advay much better than the earlier man for whom there was no place for love in his heart......The one who always claimed, "Meri Jindagi mein Pyaar aur Maasoomiyat ke liye koi jagah nahi hai."
Back at the penthouse, Naani and Maasi were hugely happy seeing Darsh. Aadi, Miku, Shikha and Shilpa were introduced to him and he won their heart with his easy laughter and natural flair for friendship.
All were engaged in conversation where Chandni learnt that he was a scientist himself in the same university as Advay in London. Darsh explained that while Advay was a mathematician; he worked on developmental biology his work relating to stem cells epigenetics.
Chandni watched Darsh and somehow couldn’t help noticing that even though he was fully engaged in answering everybody’s questions, his eyes danced around as if searching for someone, waiting for someone to emerge from another room. When he enquired after Maasi and Naani’s health, his eyes silently asked about someone else.
Time passed……Darsh got restless from within, though his face never showed it as he patiently and happily chatted with all……. Then the bell rang and the door slammed open behind him with a resounding force …… the force of a small storm off the sea……. Everybody rushed to the door surrounding the person who came in with a bright smile on her lips and her hands full of bags with lots of shopping.
Darsh had waited for this moment since what seemed as eternity; but somehow he could not follow the rest of the family..... rather his eyes remained glued to the ground. He was finally able to lift his eyes and a jolt of electricity shot through his chest as he recognised Pooja.
She was much more beautiful than the memory he had been cherishing all these years in his heart……. like a fairy queen holding court in a moonlit garden…Surrounded by her people, answering their bombarding questions and simultaneously handing over her bags to Shilpa and Murli……
She laughed at something somebody said. The sound drifted across the room……. Still heady enough to settle in the pit of his gut and squeeze……. Hot enough to remind him of a sip of age- old whiskey….. With a sting!
And then suddenly, her gaze fell on him and locked with his gaze. A crease appeared above her pert little nose.. Her eyes narrowed but her full lips opened lightly, drawing Darsh’s gaze to her mouth. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and his attention went from her lush pink lips to the rounded breasts pushed up against her thin sweater.
Pooja took in his appearance with her hands on her hips. He looked handsome, as always; but what killed her were his eyes…….Dark and soulful, almond-shaped, and set off by a set of lush eyelashes. Always filled with a wicked sense of humor and a raw passion that glimmered right beneath his polished surface.
“After aaaallll these years! ......It’s none other than our very own DD!”
She gave him a brilliant smile and suddenly the room looked brighter lit to Darsh.
She turned to Advay, an angry complaint in her eyes, ”You knew about this, right? And yet, you didn’t tell me…… how could you?”
Advay hugged her happily as she struggled refusing to accept his embrace, “Wanted to surprise you, Pooja! Didn’t I?”
“Totally!” Pooja and Darsh both said in unison and Pooja turned to Darsh. “Did he not tell you either?”
“Only half truth! That he was coming. He never mentioned about Chandni bhabhi; neither about you. And when I saw her with him, I assumed her to be one of his girls, like before!”
Naani threw her head back and laughed loud. She had been party to Advay’s plan to invite Darsh on this trip. Realisation dawned on Chandni as to why he called her babe first. Well! Dev would have a lot of explanations to do in their private time.
Chandni asked Darsh for his preference whether tea or coffee and Pooja exclaimed before he could answer,
“I know his regular. I’ll get it!”
A flush appeared on Darsh’s face, his eyes lighting up with happiness. Yes! She was the same old girl of his and she remembered his choice even today!
“Come, let’s go to kitchen and see what we can feed this gang……” she urged Chandni to come with her, “You and Bhaiyya went out and have eaten already I suppose!” She teased with a laugh.
Darsh watched her receding figure from behind. She was a gracefully aged woman perhaps to the envy of others. Even now, she did not look a day over twenty-something. In her eyes, there was sadness of Eons but her smile had found the Fountain of Youth……Her smile could light up an entire ballroom even today…..
A lady with spirit and a certain presence…… Nevertheless, there was about her something that drew the eye, an energy and vitality that created an invisible aura.
Naked emotions of a huge loss passed over Darsh’s carved features before he focused back with the rest of the family.
While all ate, Advay, Darsh and Pooja got into discussing their childhood stuff catching up with interim happenings. Even though being part of the big group, responding to questions from all; the three still had their own small world…….their known happiness in their connection……..
Naani and Maasi smiled as they knew and were used to these children always having their own space. Chandni silently watched the trio gauging their minds through their body language and their small talk.
Advay looked much different than his regular serious auras which he held. On one side, he was the master of his business empire planning and executing his strategies for success. On the other, he was the leader of his family group ensuring everybody following a certain right direction. Chandni knew how strict he would be with his younger brother.
But now, he looked suddenly younger, teasing his sister and easily relaxing under the warmth of friends group. With them, perhaps he had enjoyed life and shared a sense of humour with them.
Chandni realized his ease was brought into every situation because he knew exactly who he was. It was such a rare trait to find in a man that her respect for him increased manifold.
Both Advay and Darsh matched wits against each other’s sharp minds. A reluctant spark of genuine interest gleamed in Darsh’s eyes.
Yet, Chandni felt the eyes held secrets buried deep inside. Sudden brief flashes in his eyes revealed, the man held many regrets in his heart, regrets which he had never shared.
Pooja was the calming effect when the two fiery characters battled with their wits. She was the angel of peace, the giver of happiness……Always with everybody! She freely gave without asking for any return. But perhaps here, in the world of three, she also found her peace for her hidden turmoil.
Chandni knew her husband lived in silos, keeping her separate from some of his worlds. But here, in their internal circle, somehow she had the longing to belong, to be a part of them, to be able to make a difference to them.
When everybody had eaten, Advay and Darsh led the group around the penthouse and then up the stairs from behind; going above the bedrooms floor. As they moved further up the stairs, everybody couldn’t help but stare.
The regular, square veranda front opened into a hexagonal room that housed a huge old piano, so old that perhaps having witnessed many generations…..a guitar and a drum kit. The wooden floorboards glowed, the walls were covered in framed sheet music and light poured into the room via an expansive skylight.
Chandni’s immediate impression was one of peace, the kind of peace one rarely felt in frenzy of hectic life.
“This is like an art studio!” Chandni’s eyes sparkled in wonder……
Then came a puzzled look, “But how come? You are also a scientist like Dev!” Chandni couldn’t stop the words from falling out.
Darsh affected an air of hurt ego. “You take us scientists to be philistines or something?”
She had to work to hold back a smile. His wry, self-deprecating humour caught her by surprise.
Advay circled his arm around her shoulder, “The Guitar, as you already know, is mine and the piano is his! We are a pair, DD-AD!”
“Yes, Bhabhi and your husband picks the English lines always!”
Advay picked the guitar and sang specially for Chandni going around her in circle!
Shining in the settin' sun like a pearl upon the ocean
Come and feel me
O feel me
Shining in the settin' sun like a pearl upon the ocean
Come and heal me
O heal me
Thinking 'bout the love we makin'
And a life we sharing
Come and feel me
O feel me
Shining in the settin' sun like a pearl upon the ocean
Come and feel me
Come on heal me
Darsh took the place on Piano and continued in a medley with the alaap. His voice raised high…..a voice that made your hormones hum along with him as he sang…….. a voice that moved everybody’s heart……a voice that touched one’s soul!
Aaaaaaaaa
Lafzon se jo tha pare
Khaalipan ko jo bhare
Kuchh to tha tere mere darmiyaan
Rishte ko kya mod doon
Naata yeh ab tod doon
Ya phir yoon hi chhod doon, darmiyaaan
Benaam rishta wo..
Benaam rishta woh, bechain karta jo
Ho na sake jo bayaan, darmiyan
Darmiyaan Darmiyan
Darmeyaan Darmeyan
Kuchh to tha tere-mere darmiyaan..
that, which was beyond words,
which filled the emptiness inside us,
something was there between you and me..
what turn should I give to this relation,
should I break this relation,
or should I leave it- just incomplete between the two
that relationship which doesn't carry any name,
which makes (you and me) restless,
which cannot be described (in words),
between the two of us, between the two of us..
there was something in between the two of us.…….
His gaze had locked on Pooja as she sat in silence, not letting her eyes shed the hidden tears betraying her broken heart …….The verse relating a saga that was perhaps not meant to be!
Chandni listened in a trance, as if in a quest searching for the meeting point of two souls……two hearts which deserved love!
She jerked as Advay bent close to her and sang, pulling her attention to him
Oh it's a special feeling
These moments between us
How will I live without you
Darsh closed his eyes and got engrossed in the song…..
Aankhon mein tere saaye
Chahoon to ho na paaye
Yaadon se teri faasla....... haye
Jaake bhi tu na jaaye
Thehri tu dil mein haaye
Hasrat si banke kyun...... bhala
Kyun yaad karta hoon
Mit-ta hoon banta hoon
Mujhko tu laayi yeh kahaan
Your shadows (linger) in my eyes,
Even if I want, there cannot be
distance from your memories..
Her memories had possessed his solitude so very intensely that sometimes he felt her strong presence around him and his eyes almost saw her shadows. Whatever he tried, he was not able to let go of those memories ever.
even after going you don't go,
you stay in my heart
becoming a longing desire, why?
Societies, norms, life choices all had coerced together and she wasn't in his life any more. But the more she had moved away, the stronger the desire had become to have her in his life.
why do I remember you,
I end and I be again,
where have you brought me...
There was hardly any chance of his desires getting fulfilled. But without her, his existence had no meaning at all.... what turn had his life taken now with the love for her?
Advay remembered his moments when her soft grazing touches were telling him some truth; yet the world had clouded his mind.
Hard for us to say, It was so hard for us to say
Can't close a day by day
But Then the world's got me in way
Advay and Chandni looked in each other’s eyes…….They knew the value of their happiness after the long journey that they had traversed ………And both prayed that let such pains never ever be part of any lovers’ saga…….
But destiny does not grant all prayers! Perhaps every loving pair has to necessarily go through The Trial of fire!!!
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So friends, now the long awaited friend of Advay has arrived. What has Advay called him for? And what might this meeting eventually lead to?
AdNi Romance continues and new romance buds out. Enjoy yourself!
The song sung by Advay and Darsh are both beautiful pieces. Do not miss the pleasure of the voice on you tube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTuxUAuJRyY
A live performance with same song where the medley/mashup like how Advay and Darsh are doing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyulDaKaeSQ
Just listen to the start of the song, what chandni felt was right, wasn't it? And then imagine Advay singing English lines.
Apna Munda is English favouring right from beginning, isn't he?
And if I think of Arnav, he always said everything in English, to Khushi's chagrin!😆
Did you gals notice the dialogue "Kaafi Teekhi hai yaar! "
Never ever in life will I forget Barun's Haider😳 Just imagine Barun delivering this dialogue as a playful Advay.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAvSyouWf0g
If you want to enjoy the orginal picturisation of song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBMj-I6qleY
Edited by Loving2Missing2 - 5 years ago
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