And I'm baaack. After quite some time actually. :D:D
And this time, its not an OS. :P
I had the idea of this certain story late at night one day and I was pleasantly surprised at the direction of my thoughts. :)
I'm leaving you guys with a teaser, tell me if you like it.
Oh oh oh, this is for ALL of the people who commented and appreciated me on my last post. And this is also for the silent readers, who I hope will speak up for this story, this time. :)
On the urging of his much beloved sister, he sat opposite the fire that burned in his eyes.
Led by her adopted mother and father, she settled beside him in the decorated Mandap.
Trying to put the past behind him, and failing miserably; he stayed still as her crimson dupatta was tied to him. Binding her to him.
Beholding her dreams in her hazel eyes; she allowed herself to be lifted by her mother, the end of her dupatta tied silently to the chunari around his neck.
Curbing his natural antagonism; he concurred silently, allowing his new wife to lead him around the Agni for the initial six circuits.
Vowing to make this marriage work, she complied; walking mutely behind her new husband for the final circuit.
Resuming their places opposite the holy fire that burned bright, they looked into each other's eyes.
Her's burned a hopeful yet nervous hazel, his a painful yet warm brown.
As he tied the Mangalsutra around her neck and applied the vermillion in her part, he felt an odd sense of belonging.
As she felt his warm hands at her neck and at her forehead, she felt a warm feeling of contentment.
Rising up at the end of the ceremony, he hugged his Di and bade a respectful Namaste to his wife's parents.
Lifting herself up, she hugged her parents and her husband's Di, feeling a great comfort in the older woman's arms.
Retiring from the strange silence that should never surround a wedding, he strode towards his room.
Leaving the intricate Mandap and the guest less, noiseless living room, she walked beside her husband to her new abode.
As they reached the wooden door, he opened the it, gesturing for his wife to enter first.
She smiled inwardly, acknowledging the silent gesture of chivalry. Always the gentleman she thought.
Treading carefully into his room, she walked into her new life; holding dreams within her heart, yet reality grounded strongly in her mind.
Entering behind her, his past still glowing in his eyes; he promised to try and being civil to the woman in front of him.
Looking into each other's emotive eyes, a moment of silent, intense understanding passed between this intriguing couple.
As they both turned away to their respective duties before sleep, a currant lingered in the air around them.
And thus began Arnav and Khushi's heartening journey.
Kaisa hai? Kaisa hai?
Hope you guys will like. :) And its quite wierd, but sometimes Arnav will act NOTHING like portrayed in the teaser. I wrote the teaser on a whim. And thus, don't bash me if he acts completely different. :D:D:D :P:P
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Looking forward to posting the new part. :D:D:D
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Posting Part 1 tomorrow. :) Hope that you read. :D
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Edited by ArShifan1997 - 03 August 2012 at 7:16am