"NK bhai, dulha kaise banega videographer?" Anjali tried to explain to her brother who was insisting on recording the ladies sangeet on his new HD camera. "But Di, it's a new camera ...aur hume Lavanya ki dancing bhi to dekhni hai na?"
Lavanya and NK were getting married in a weeks time and Naniji had insisted on throwing a grand sangeet party. It was the least she could do for a girl who had gone out of her way to change herself and in the process had carved a special place in the old womans heart.
"Arre NK bhai, aap Lavanyaji se pehle private mein performance karwa lena," Anjali teased "aur koi baat nahi, hum videographer ko phone kerte hai"
"Nahi Anjali betiya. Koi bahar se videographer nahi ayega. Ghar ki bahu betiyaa naach rahe hai, theek nahi hoga." Nani interjected, her tone affirming that she would not budge.
"Per Nani, ladkiya to sari mehendi lagayenge, to video koun lega?" Anjali tried to softly sway Nani,
"Di koi baat nahi, hum hai na?" Akash offered totally sold at the idea of getting to steal glances with Payal and she was singing apparently!
"bilkul bhi nahi. Tum to sirf Payal ki video lete rahoge. No." Anjali said firmly quashing any hopes Akash had. "Chotey!" Anjali exclaimed, "haan Di, ASR theek rahega, usko to koi interest bhi nahi hai,aur kisi ko tease bhi nahi karega!"
***
"No way. I don't have time for all your nonsense. Do you have any idea how many millions I have lost just because I have to attend these stupid functions. Get a videographer."
"Chotey, humne to wohi socha tha,phir Nani ne kaha ke ghar ki sari ladkiyan hoge, woha koi bahar ka videographer, aur phir Khushi bhi naach rahi hai," she slipped in her sister-in-laws name for she knew very well how possessive her brother was over his wife.
"Thik hai fine. I will do it"
***
"Namaste Ladies. Aur aap sab ki aaj ki haseen shaam per Raizada family ki adarnya swagat hai. Lavanya humari beti jaisi hai aur aaj iski shaadi mein to double khushi hai humko, kyuki beti ko vidaa bhi karenge, aur ussi beti ko bahu ki roop mein swagat bhi karenge." Nani went on to present Lavanya with shagun.
Arnav's hand held the camcorder firmly on the the stage area which had been set up in the Raizada family area, but his eyes were following his wife who was surround by a group of girls throwing her head back and laughing without abandon. She took his breath away every time he saw her. His eyes drunk in the low rise lehenga and the barely there blouse. His eyes lingered on the expanse of her flat stomach and he immediately wanted to run his fingers along it.
Khushi sensed something, a familiar chill washed over her and filled her with a thrill she could never describe. He was watching her. But how? She immediately looked around and then found him.
Khushi walked up to the corner where he stood, "aap?"
Arnav turned off the camera and grabbed her by the waist pushing her up behind the wall, effectively hiding them from the rest of the room. "kyu? Chale jau?"
Khushi giggled, "yeh ladies function hai."
"Tumbolti bohut ho." He concluded before taking her mouth in a hungry kiss while his fingers found their way to her silken stomach.
"Arnavji, koi dekhlega to humari..." before she could complete her sentence she felt him traverse to her neck. She loved being kissed there, it made her forget everything and he knew that very well. He would have continued and done a whole lot more that he knew Khushi liked if they hadn't been rudely interrupted by approaching footsteps, much to his dismay and much to her relief he let her go. She ran away without looking back.
***
"ok Ladies, this game is for married people only. In this bowl I have names of songs. Each song is about a particular aspect of marriage. Every married lady has to pick a chit out of this bowl and whatever the song is ..you have to enact it, dance it or sing it. I am sure Lavanya is going to need all your advice!" Anjali explained the rules of the game. "Lets start with my bhabhi Payal first!"
"Di bohut accha idea hai iss game ka" Khushi clapped as Anjali passed around the bowl and Payal picked out a chit.
"jiji, hume dikhaiye...kounsi gana mili hai aapko?" Khushi squealed running to her sister. "Khushi tumhe to pata hai hum nach nahi sakte toh hum gaana gayenge, theek hai na Lavanyaji?"
"Payal tumhe jo bhi theek lage." Lavanya gave her a hug and Payal made her way to the stage.
"Shaadi na sirf do insaano ki beech ki bandhan hai per, do parivaro ki mel hai. Ek ladki apni mai-ke ghar chorke jub ek nayi parivaar mein shamil hoti hai to who sare rishton ko dhundti hai jo usne apni maike mein chorker ayi hai. Saas aur sasur mein maa aur pita, dewar ya jeth mein ek bhai, nanand aur jethani mein behen, to yeh gaana shaadi ki us panno per hai, rishton ki naam pe "
With that she started a beautiful rendition of sasural genda phool.
saiyaan chhed dewe, nanad chhutki leve, sasuraal genda phool
saas gaari deve, dewar samjha leve, sasuraal genda phool
chhoda baabul ka angana bhaave deraa piya ka ho
saas gaari deve, dewar samjha leve, sasuraal genda phool
saiyaan hai vypaari, chale hain pardes
suratiya nihaaru, jiyaara bhaari howe, sasuraal genda phool
saas gaari deve, dewarji samjha leve, sasuraal genda phool
saiyaan chhed dewe, nanad chutki leve, sasuraal genda phool
chhoda baabul ka angana bhaave deraa piya ka ho
bushirt pahine, khayee ke bida paan
pure raipur se alag hai, saiyaan ji ki shaan, sasuraal genda phool
saiyaan chhed dewe, nanad chutki leve, sasuraal genda phool
saas gaari deve, dewarji samjha leve, sasuraal genda phool
chhoda baabul ka angana bhaave deraa piya ka ho
hoye hoye hoye, hoye hoye hoye - (3)
ohh ohh oho oho, o o hey hey o o hey hey
"Payal betiyan, aapki meethi si awaz se to sangeet sandhya ki rang bilkul badal jayegi..." she put her hand Payal's head and then turned to Khushi, "aur aap, kehene ko to badi bahu, per dil se bilk chotey ki chutki biwi" Lavanya and Payal burst out laughing as Nani pinched Khushi's cheeks.
"laiye, aap ki liye gaana hum chunenge," and Nani put her hand into the bowl and swirled around before handing Khushi a chit of paper"
Khushi gulped reading the name of the song, "Nani, yeh humse nahi hoga. Aap doosra chunlijiye na please." Khushi practically begged the older woman to pick another, "Khushi NO way. A rules a rule. Tumhe to wohi karna hoga!" Lavanya stood firm.
"Arre Lavanyaji, who Arnavji to hume maar dalenge! Aur khud shayad 'what-the' keh ke heart attack ho jayega!" Lavanya pushed Khushi onto the stage.
Nani ji giggled as she told Anjali what the song was. Anjali giggled and went back onto the stage to introduce Khushi.
"For the next performance, Raizada ghar ki bari bahu .. Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada aa rahi hai. Aab jaise ki every marriage needs the sweet nothings and romantic gazes, so too does it need the chatpata tez attraction. So ladies, give it up for Khushi!"
Arnav's ears had pricked up .. he had been getting a bit bored on his own but to see his wife perform on stage was always a pleasure. What did his sister say, chatpata tez attraction? Well his Khushi was the perfect mirchi for that!
Chua chua chua chua chua..areyy re,
Chua chua chua are arey chua chua.
He watched mesmerised as Khushi took the stage, complete lost at the way her hips were swaying with the music.
Khatiye pe main padi thi,
Aur gehri neend badi thi,
Aage kya main kahun sakhi re,
Khushi was already extremely embarrassed dancing to this, she couldn't believe that of all the women and all the chits, she had to end up with this song. And of all people, her husband had to be in the audience.
Ek khatmal tha sayaana,
Mujhpe tha uska nishana,
Chunri mein ghus gaya dheere dheere,
Hoo..hoo'
Kuch nahi samjha wo buddhu, kuch nahi socha,
Reng ke jaane kahan pahucha,
"WHAT THE *?!" Arnav almost completed the expletive! Was she actually singing about ' no way! His mind wandered back to that night.
It had been a month since that bas***d had been removed from their home. Things were getting better between Khushi and him. He knew it would take a lot for her to forget, but he had made it his mission to win her back. He had come home late from work and walked into his bedroom. The sight that had greeted him took his breath away.
She must have fallen asleep on the bed while waiting for him as she was still wearing her saree. A red saree, shimmering in the soft light from the bedside lamp. The French doors to the pool allowing a soft breeze through which danced on her stomach making the flimsy fabric flutter against her creamy skin. He made his way to the bed and couldn't resist, it was as if his mind had no control over his actions. He reached out to her stomach underneath her pallu.
Khushi had woken up with a start but before she could speak he had sealed her lips with his own. He had expressed in that kiss the raw hunger and passion he had for. He needed her. She had tried resisting he recalled, but at that moment of time, he had to make her his.
Kitna main tadpi thi,
Kitna main royi thi,
Main to thi achchi bhali,
Kyu bhala soyi thi, areeyyy..
Nigode ne mujhko, chein lene naa diya,
Rona bhi chaha to, mujhko rone naa diya, haa
He divested her slowly of her saree, then her petticoat and blouse and after what seemed like eons her under clothes. She lay there writhing in bliss. She needed him as much as he needed her. She lay writhing under him begging for him to release her of the torture. He drunk in her naked beauty with his eyes, before disrobing himself.
Aisi thi uss harjaai ka makkari'kya keh rahi ho?
Mere tann badan mein thi lagi chingari, par aisi kyat hi laachaari?
She had tried resisting at first scared of where he was taking her, but the look in his eye, the tortured need had driven her to her decision. She circled her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. He ran his fingers over every inch of her body in a torturous slow pace with feathery grazes leaving her body ablaze with his touch. She looked at him her eyes darkening with desire. She needed more. He complied. He bend down and his let his tongue follow the same path that his fingers had trailed, cooling the fire but leaving her smouldering with need.
He entered her in a swift motion joining them as one and she cried out in pain and pleasure. He swooped down and captured her cry in his mouth. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye as she arched towards him, he brushed it away gently with his thumb promising to cherish her forever as he brought her to satiation.
Haule se gudgudata, aye haii
Dil mein hulchul machata, oh
Main sharm se thi paani paani,
Jo usko dhundhti main,
Chupke se woh chup jaata,
Aisi thi woh meri kahani,
She was awoken in the early hours of the morning to his fingers drawing gentle circles on her stomach gradually gowing lower past her hip and to the juncture between her legs. She had giggled as his touch had tickled her. He laughed at the reaction, although it only fuelled his desire for her. He pressed her to his hip allowing her to feel his need. She had hidden herself in his chest, shy all of a sudden. He had pried her hands away and kissed away the embarrassment.
Yu samajh lo khatmal ka shikaar hui thi mein,
Uske aage haar gayi thi mein,
Ring ring ringa ring ring ringa
Ring ring ringa ringa ring
Arnav was jolted back out of his reverie when Lavanya winked at him. He quickly looked away and caught Khushi's eye. She had been avoiding looking in his direction the whole dance. One look from her husband was usually enough to melt her into a puddle.
And with this song, which she was surprised had such an uncanny resonance to her own first time, she had no doubt that a look towards him would have been a fatal mistake.
Arnav's lips curled up in a half smile as he watched his wife. So Mrs. Raizada, khatmal ka shikaar ei? Well wait till I become your shikari tonight, he told her with his eyes.
*bit of a nothing really - i was listening to that song and got naughty thoughts 😛
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