This is written based on Hindi Series - Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon - Watch it on Star Plus on Monday to Friday 8pm
Di had come to tell him tomorrow was Maa's shraadh and there was puja in the morning and it would end with offering to their mother Kheer, Poori, Rice which would be prepared by Lavanya with help of Khushi. Why did she have to take her name? Was it not bad enough that she riled him? Was it not bad enough that she had everyone dance to her tune and fall in with her plans to make him follow the rituals he denounces? What was happening in his house? Why even Lavanya had betrayed him by doing what Khushi wanted without a by your leave. He had felt slighted. And her name did things to him which he knew only made his blood pressure rise and some other part of his anatomy.
He could not believe he had gone back for her the other night. He had seen her in the side mirror as he had turned the corner and seen those tears. He seemed to have microscopic vision where her tears were concerned he though self derisively. It was raining and her tears a lethal combination. How was it that he always remembered that night in rain when he had lifted her out of danger and but could not save himself from falling? He had developed an ESP where her tears were concerned and that had to stop. He had bitten back his words, stopped the car and had silently stood with the car door open for her to get in. There had been a pregnant silent as he drove her home, but what did her remember, her face, some tears, some drops of rain. And he had wanted to lick them off. Why did he torture himself so, thinking about the impossible? She called him Rakshas, "Yeah Right!" he muttered to himself, "I am one. But why does it rankle when she says it?"
Trying to get rid of his thought he opened his laptop but her vision came up again as if a video was playing. Oh! how was he going to get through the night? "Tossing and turning," his inner voice taunted, as usual."
The next morning found him red eyed and gaunt. The stubble even more scruffy, a reflection of how he felt. Anjali Di came with a package yet again of a dhoti and khes this time saying, "Chote, aaj toh aapko ye pehena hi padega. Shraadh mein aapke kaale suit nahi chalenge. Ye dhoti hai aur khes. Pehen lo."
"Par Di, what is this? I can't wear a dhoti? I don't even know how. Just forget it. I will wear a white trouser and shirt if you like." Arnav argued.
Anjali glared at him and added, "Chote aaj koi argument nahi. Maa ki barsi hai. Aaj ka din toh…" she did not continue as tears welled up in her eyes.
Just then Khushi entered eating chana and started, "Anjaliji, aapne mujhe bulaya tha jaldi, par Lavanyaji toh abhi uthi nahi hai. Toh Nani… mein..poochne aayee…" but stopped when she saw the tears.
"Kya hua Anjaliji? Sab theek hai?" Khushi asked concernedly.
"Kuch nahi…woh Maa ki yaad..aa gayee… aur ye dekho na..chote ko Dhoti bhi pehen ni nahi aati…." Anjali explained.
"Woh mein sikha deti hoon…aapko woh Naniji bula rahi thi…puja ki samagri…" Khushi offered help. Anjali smiling suddenly nodded and left.
Arnav pounced the minute Anjali moved to go, "Di…mein…" but could not finish as Anjali went away. He then turned his anger on her, "What the…" he barked and stopped somehow. "Kya tumhein dimaag nahi hai? Tum pehnaogi mujhe dhoti? Tum pagal ho gayee ho kya? Arnav accused.
"Haan toh…isme…badi baat kya hai?" Khushi stated matter of factly.
"Aap ek shorts pehen lijiye, lekin dekhiye woh cotton ki ho. Puja mein…" she explained.
"Mujhe pata hai…" Arnav gritted through his teeth and went into his bathroom.
He came out in white cotton boxers. Khushi turned towards him from her reverie of his garden when she heard the door open. She stood transfixed for a few seconds. Her eyes roaming over him from toe to head and as she moved higher, her eyes becoming wider. She had been eating chana and her hand had paused mid action in popping one into her mouth. Arnav without clothes looked even more imposing than he did with them. The suits did not do him justice. They hid the width of his shoulders. The formal trousers did not show the masculine curve of his thigh or the muscles that bulged with every movement. Lithe and supple, his torso sported an abdomen that was like a washboard. She got a vision of running her hands on his abs. And blinked.
Arnav saw the way she stared at him and seethed. Wanting to punish her for her thoughtless offer, he decided he was going to make this difficult for her as it was for him and gave a slight smile. He saw her gulp and knew he would make her suffer the way he was going to when she touched him. He closed his eyes. Torture. Sweet torture was all he could think. Why did this desire slither over him like a snake that was ready to bite him and fill him with poison that would surely be his death. But he so desired her. Her touch.
He opened his eyes and growled, "Ab wahan khadi rehkar mujhe ghoorti rahogi ya, Dhoti pehnaogi?"
Scrambling into action, Khushi picked up the package and ripped it open. The tearing of the paper was like a barrier that seemed to be suddenly torn between them. She opened the dhoti and said, "Issko apne shorts mein aise daaliye." Showing the movement on herself.
"Tum khud kar lo. Bada shaukh hai na mujhe dhoti pehnaneka." Arnav stood ramrod straight, legs slightly parted and folded his arms in non compliance.
Gulping, Khushi took one end of the dhoti and tucked it into the waist band of the shorts. Her fingers brushed the hair near his navel which ran into his shorts. Looking up as she felt his stomach clench as her touch, she saw raw emotion in his eyes that was unreadable. Flustered, she looked down again, trying to concentrate on her job.
In a small voice, she said, "Aap ghoom jaaiye."
Arnav just stood there, chin tilted a little higher for an answer.
Khushi determined to finish the task no matter what, tucked the dhoti around him and went behind. Looking at his back, she felt a sudden urge to run her hands on him. Unthinkingly, she put her hand on his back and he jerked and turned around.
"Kya kar rahi ho." He muttered, holding her arms.
She glared back at him and haltingly explained, "woh dhoti atak gayee thi paaon….. mein… toh… mein girne…."
"Theek se chal nahi sakti, mujhe dhoti pehnane chali ho." He accused.
Khushi wondered, why do i always put my foot in my mouth? why do i try to help this rakshas? Shaking her head, she looked pointedly at his hand where he held her. He let her go and she continued with her tucking. Then she pleated the dhoti and asked him to tuck it in his waistband and this time he took it without hesitation. Once done she asked him to spread his legs wider.
Glaring at her for a few seconds before he complied, Khushi felt as if the world was whirring around her. Khushi then went on her knees in front of him. Arnav could not believe how a certain part of his anatomy react to that move. He gave a silent thanks to the bulky pleats for hiding his state. Khushi, unaware of the effect straightened the pleats from bottom till they were straight, pressed her hand along the length of the pleats and stopped somewhere near his knees when she heard a hiss of his breath.
"Kya hua? Meine jyada khincha kya?" she asked innocently looking up at him.
Arnav just closed his eyes and shook his head as he knew if he tried to speak, the voice would only croak.
Khushi then looked back down at the task at hand and put her hand between his legs with the loose end of the pleats in it and said, "Lijiye," looking up at him again.
He looked down and saw her face, innocently alluring. He had tried to make her pay for her obtuseness but it was he who had been caught up in his own wicked game. He turned around from the waist and took the pleats from her hand and felt a blaze of desire lick his spine when her fingers touched his. Controlling himself with much difficulty, he tucked the pleats at the back.
Khushi happy with her ministrations, suddenly got up brushing her hands and the sudden movement must her have made her lose her balance and she fell forward on him. His arms snaked around her automatically and he took a step back to brace himself as her weight came onto his. He held them both upright, but the movement brought her body in between his legs and and her hands flat on his chest. They rocked for a second or two before he settled them and finding her face so close to his, he could not stop himself from looking into her eyes.
That was his undoing. He felt himself grow hard and knew she felt it too as her eyes widened and her throat move as she gulped. Her hand moved as if in reaction and brushed over his nipple. He groaned. Unable to take it anymore, he lowered his head towards her to take her lips in a kiss that might, just might sate the desire that had flared between them.
But before he could do that, he heard a sound, "baaaahhhhhh!"
Khushi scrambled away from him and they realised, Laxmi had come in to stop something that he knew he would have surely regretted.
Khushi, embarrassed at what had almost happened, mumbled something incomprehensible and ran out of the room.
Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one.
PS = the video is worth a watch… sensual… and full of wishful thinking on my part to see Khushi and Arnav..like that…perhaps???
Di had come to tell him tomorrow was Maa's shraadh and there was puja in the morning and it would end with offering to their mother Kheer, Poori, Rice which would be prepared by Lavanya with help of Khushi. Why did she have to take her name? Was it not bad enough that she riled him? Was it not bad enough that she had everyone dance to her tune and fall in with her plans to make him follow the rituals he denounces? What was happening in his house? Why even Lavanya had betrayed him by doing what Khushi wanted without a by your leave. He had felt slighted. And her name did things to him which he knew only made his blood pressure rise and some other part of his anatomy.
He could not believe he had gone back for her the other night. He had seen her in the side mirror as he had turned the corner and seen those tears. He seemed to have microscopic vision where her tears were concerned he though self derisively. It was raining and her tears a lethal combination. How was it that he always remembered that night in rain when he had lifted her out of danger and but could not save himself from falling? He had developed an ESP where her tears were concerned and that had to stop. He had bitten back his words, stopped the car and had silently stood with the car door open for her to get in. There had been a pregnant silent as he drove her home, but what did her remember, her face, some tears, some drops of rain. And he had wanted to lick them off. Why did he torture himself so, thinking about the impossible? She called him Rakshas, "Yeah Right!" he muttered to himself, "I am one. But why does it rankle when she says it?"
Trying to get rid of his thought he opened his laptop but her vision came up again as if a video was playing. Oh! how was he going to get through the night? "Tossing and turning," his inner voice taunted, as usual."
The next morning found him red eyed and gaunt. The stubble even more scruffy, a reflection of how he felt. Anjali Di came with a package yet again of a dhoti and khes this time saying, "Chote, aaj toh aapko ye pehena hi padega. Shraadh mein aapke kaale suit nahi chalenge. Ye dhoti hai aur khes. Pehen lo."
"Par Di, what is this? I can't wear a dhoti? I don't even know how. Just forget it. I will wear a white trouser and shirt if you like." Arnav argued.
Anjali glared at him and added, "Chote aaj koi argument nahi. Maa ki barsi hai. Aaj ka din toh…" she did not continue as tears welled up in her eyes.
Just then Khushi entered eating chana and started, "Anjaliji, aapne mujhe bulaya tha jaldi, par Lavanyaji toh abhi uthi nahi hai. Toh Nani… mein..poochne aayee…" but stopped when she saw the tears.
"Kya hua Anjaliji? Sab theek hai?" Khushi asked concernedly.
"Kuch nahi…woh Maa ki yaad..aa gayee… aur ye dekho na..chote ko Dhoti bhi pehen ni nahi aati…." Anjali explained.
"Woh mein sikha deti hoon…aapko woh Naniji bula rahi thi…puja ki samagri…" Khushi offered help. Anjali smiling suddenly nodded and left.
Arnav pounced the minute Anjali moved to go, "Di…mein…" but could not finish as Anjali went away. He then turned his anger on her, "What the…" he barked and stopped somehow. "Kya tumhein dimaag nahi hai? Tum pehnaogi mujhe dhoti? Tum pagal ho gayee ho kya? Arnav accused.
"Haan toh…isme…badi baat kya hai?" Khushi stated matter of factly.
"Aap ek shorts pehen lijiye, lekin dekhiye woh cotton ki ho. Puja mein…" she explained.
"Mujhe pata hai…" Arnav gritted through his teeth and went into his bathroom.
He came out in white cotton boxers. Khushi turned towards him from her reverie of his garden when she heard the door open. She stood transfixed for a few seconds. Her eyes roaming over him from toe to head and as she moved higher, her eyes becoming wider. She had been eating chana and her hand had paused mid action in popping one into her mouth. Arnav without clothes looked even more imposing than he did with them. The suits did not do him justice. They hid the width of his shoulders. The formal trousers did not show the masculine curve of his thigh or the muscles that bulged with every movement. Lithe and supple, his torso sported an abdomen that was like a washboard. She got a vision of running her hands on his abs. And blinked.
Arnav saw the way she stared at him and seethed. Wanting to punish her for her thoughtless offer, he decided he was going to make this difficult for her as it was for him and gave a slight smile. He saw her gulp and knew he would make her suffer the way he was going to when she touched him. He closed his eyes. Torture. Sweet torture was all he could think. Why did this desire slither over him like a snake that was ready to bite him and fill him with poison that would surely be his death. But he so desired her. Her touch.
He opened his eyes and growled, "Ab wahan khadi rehkar mujhe ghoorti rahogi ya, Dhoti pehnaogi?"
Scrambling into action, Khushi picked up the package and ripped it open. The tearing of the paper was like a barrier that seemed to be suddenly torn between them. She opened the dhoti and said, "Issko apne shorts mein aise daaliye." Showing the movement on herself.
"Tum khud kar lo. Bada shaukh hai na mujhe dhoti pehnaneka." Arnav stood ramrod straight, legs slightly parted and folded his arms in non compliance.
Gulping, Khushi took one end of the dhoti and tucked it into the waist band of the shorts. Her fingers brushed the hair near his navel which ran into his shorts. Looking up as she felt his stomach clench as her touch, she saw raw emotion in his eyes that was unreadable. Flustered, she looked down again, trying to concentrate on her job.
In a small voice, she said, "Aap ghoom jaaiye."
Arnav just stood there, chin tilted a little higher for an answer.
Khushi determined to finish the task no matter what, tucked the dhoti around him and went behind. Looking at his back, she felt a sudden urge to run her hands on him. Unthinkingly, she put her hand on his back and he jerked and turned around.
"Kya kar rahi ho." He muttered, holding her arms.
She glared back at him and haltingly explained, "woh dhoti atak gayee thi paaon….. mein… toh… mein girne…."
"Theek se chal nahi sakti, mujhe dhoti pehnane chali ho." He accused.
Khushi wondered, why do i always put my foot in my mouth? why do i try to help this rakshas? Shaking her head, she looked pointedly at his hand where he held her. He let her go and she continued with her tucking. Then she pleated the dhoti and asked him to tuck it in his waistband and this time he took it without hesitation. Once done she asked him to spread his legs wider.
Glaring at her for a few seconds before he complied, Khushi felt as if the world was whirring around her. Khushi then went on her knees in front of him. Arnav could not believe how a certain part of his anatomy react to that move. He gave a silent thanks to the bulky pleats for hiding his state. Khushi, unaware of the effect straightened the pleats from bottom till they were straight, pressed her hand along the length of the pleats and stopped somewhere near his knees when she heard a hiss of his breath.
"Kya hua? Meine jyada khincha kya?" she asked innocently looking up at him.
Arnav just closed his eyes and shook his head as he knew if he tried to speak, the voice would only croak.
Khushi then looked back down at the task at hand and put her hand between his legs with the loose end of the pleats in it and said, "Lijiye," looking up at him again.
He looked down and saw her face, innocently alluring. He had tried to make her pay for her obtuseness but it was he who had been caught up in his own wicked game. He turned around from the waist and took the pleats from her hand and felt a blaze of desire lick his spine when her fingers touched his. Controlling himself with much difficulty, he tucked the pleats at the back.
Khushi happy with her ministrations, suddenly got up brushing her hands and the sudden movement must her have made her lose her balance and she fell forward on him. His arms snaked around her automatically and he took a step back to brace himself as her weight came onto his. He held them both upright, but the movement brought her body in between his legs and and her hands flat on his chest. They rocked for a second or two before he settled them and finding her face so close to his, he could not stop himself from looking into her eyes.
That was his undoing. He felt himself grow hard and knew she felt it too as her eyes widened and her throat move as she gulped. Her hand moved as if in reaction and brushed over his nipple. He groaned. Unable to take it anymore, he lowered his head towards her to take her lips in a kiss that might, just might sate the desire that had flared between them.
But before he could do that, he heard a sound, "baaaahhhhhh!"
Khushi scrambled away from him and they realised, Laxmi had come in to stop something that he knew he would have surely regretted.
Khushi, embarrassed at what had almost happened, mumbled something incomprehensible and ran out of the room.
Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I dont want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one.
PS = the video is worth a watch… sensual… and full of wishful thinking on my part to see Khushi and Arnav..like that…perhaps???
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