Sringaar is what makes a women look beautiful. And Bindiyaa adorns her..
Teri Bindiyaa Re.. -An Angini OS
I was hearing this song on the radio and my mind flew to Angini land.. Anmol and Ragini the magic they created with their spell bound performance in Bidaaii made me think of this one shot and no matter what it was I had to pen in down. I am not sure how much justice I am dong to this one shot , just thinking of Apurva and Parul playing the roles of Anmol and Ragini.
We have Anmol Sareen and Ragini Sharma and people from the respective families. The one short then takes you to know what is the relation between the song and Angini😊
Teri Bindiya Re
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It was his brother's wedding and Anmol couldn't have been happier. As he looked up at his older brother, Ashwin, sitting high on top of a white horse adorned with all sorts of glitz and glamour, he didn't miss the smile that was concealed behind the floral strings of his sehra. His brother had always been his idol. For as long as he could remember, Anmol had wanted to be like Ashwin. As a younger boy, he mimicked Ashwin the best he could ' from his walk, to the way he talked, and even the way he slept. As he grew into a man himself, Anmol went to the same school as Ashwin and got the same degree. He followed the same career path, starting with the same job that had been Ashwin's when he had first joined Sareen Industries.
The baraath approached the gates of the Sharma Nivas. Lights adorning the compound from top to bottom, flowers cascading over the walls, and people all set to greet them. On a board outside the high walls of the home stood a sign'
Krithika Sharma
Weds
Ashwin Sareen
Anmol held out a hand for Ashwin as he came of the horse with ease. He felt his brother hand shake for just a moment and then it stopped. Anmol knew that his brother was nervous, but his brother was also happy. Sure it was an arranged marriage, but his brother truly believed that their parents had chosen the perfect girl for him, because after all, they were the parents and they knew best.
As they approached the entrance of the house, Anmol could see his brother's soon-to-be in-laws standing at the door surrounded by various guests. Oddly, behind them stood a crowd of more people separated by a sheet. Anmol couldn't figure out why Mr. & Mrs. Sharma stood in front of the sheet, while everyone else stood behind it.
The baraath came to a halt in front of the Sharmas and greetings were quickly exchanged, which was followed by Mrs. Sharma doing the aarti, tillak and all other necessary traditions. They were invited in but were stopped by a comment made by one of the girls behind the sheet.
"Aaise kaise aandar aa sakte hai aap Jijaji," one of the girls said with a smirk.
"Matlab?" Ashwin asked.
Anmol already knew where this was heading ' his soon-to-be Bhabi's sisters and friends were going to ask for money to allow them to come in. Anmol and all the other groomsmen had come prepared to bargain, because there was no way they were going to pay to come inside for his own brothers wedding. There was just NO WAY.
"Aapko kya lagta hai, humari Didi ko hum aaise hi aapko deh denge?" a soft, musical voice asked.
Anmol and the other baraathi looked around but couldn't see the person who that voice belonged to.
"Kaun bola?" Anmol asked, as he looked around for the person that voice belonged to.
"Maine bola," the voice came again.
This time, Anmol looked in awe as he saw her for the first time that night. A girl looked at him from just over the top of the sheet that was blocking them. All he could see were her eyes. Instantly he thought that those had to be the most beautiful pair of eyes he'd ever seen in his life. He could notice her broad forehead her complexion was dusky , but that litle bit he could see she looked stunning, he always saw something in dusky skinned people as one of his cousins had married a dusky skin girl , but the family opposed but still he stayed put with the relationship. Coming back to what he noticed he saw her beautiful black,eyes which stood out on her complexion like lights. They were big and nearly almond shaped, outlined with the blackest eyeliner making her look like a vixen.
The other thing he could see was a large bindi on her forehead. Anmol wasn't one who usually noticed such things about girl, but for some reason, the bindi this girl wore was unique, and unlike one he'd seen before. This bindi was larger than one he'd ever seen. It was set on a gold colored backdrop with glittering stones of all shapes and sizes. In the center was a big diamond shaped stone, which was surrounded by smaller round ones on both sides.
The combination of the beautiful bindi and her beautiful eyes was, well, beautiful.
"Aab aapki bolti kyun band hogayi?" the girl called.
It was that comment that brought Anmol from out of his daze and caused him to quickly draw his attention away from the girl's bindi.
He put on his stern face again before addressing her.
"Ji aap kaun?" he asked.
"Main? Main toh Jijaji ki honewali saali hoon," she said proudly.
Anmol was surprised at how expressive her eyes were, because if though he couldn't see her face, he knew she was smiling at the moment because her eyes were smiling back at him.
"Saali?" Anmol asked.
Suddenly he remembered. The Sharma's had three children. The oldest was Krithika Sharma, who would become Krithka Sareen in just a matter of a few hours. Then there was the middle child, a son, Amar Sharma, who was about Anmol's age and was helping Mr. Sharma run the Sharma business. Then there was the youngest Sharma girl ' Ragini Sharma. She was four years younger than Amar and had been abroad gone on a years deputation while all the talks for the wedding were on. She'd actually missed all other wedding functions because they had coincided with her project deadlines and launch of their product , or so they'd been told.
"Toh finally, aapko fursat milgayi aapni behen ki shaadi mein aane ki," Anmol commented.
"Didi ki shaadi ho, aur main naa aaun?" she said firmly, "Aaisa khabi nahin hosakta."
"Aacha'" Anmol said, suddenly distracted watching her bindi. Anmol just kept getting lost in those beautiful eyes and was not in sound to hear what she was saying.
"Aab andar aana hai toh tax toh lagega hi," she said. "Chalo chalo, paisa nikalo."
"Hello " , she called out to Anmol
"Ha..." he looked at her again ..
"Kyun? Hum kyun paise deh?" one of Ashwin's friends called.
"Kyun ke tax diye bina, aap log toh andar jaanese rahe," she said.
With that she suddenly disappeared behind the sheet.
"Hum koi paisa vaisa nahin denge," someone else called from behind Anmol , as he smiled at the support they were all giving him .
"Kyun? Kanjoos ho kya?" the girls asked, still out of sight.
Anmol whispered something to Ashwin.
"Saali sahiba, ek sawal poochna tha?" Ashwin called.
That did the trick, the girl with the intoxicating eyes came up, but again only her eyes and her bindi could be seen.
"Ji Jijaji?" she asked.
"Yeh'chadar'" Ashwin asked.
Anmol watched amused as the girl suddenly became shy and looked away.
"Woh'umm'haan," she said as if a light bulb finally clicked, "Woh kya hai naa ke jaldbazi mein ribbon nahin mila tho'"
"Ribbon nahin mila toh aapne chadar tang diya?" Anmol asked cutting her off.
There was fire in her eyes as she looked back at him.
"Kyun?" she asked, "Aapko koi problem hai humari chadar se? Aur ho bhi toh kya'yeh aapke liyeh nahin hai, yeh toh Jijaji ke liye hai."
"Magar'" Anmol began only to be cut off.
"Kya aapko koi problem hai Jijaji?" she asked.
"Nahin toh'mujhe koi problem nahin hai," Ashwin answered smilingly.
The girl behind the sheet looked at him with triumph in her eyes before disappearing behind the sheet again.
"Toh aab, paise ke baath hojaye?" one of the other girls asked.
The bargaining continued for at least five minutes, at the end of which Ashwin ended up paying exactly what the girls had asked for. He handed over the money to the girls and soon the sheet was removed and Ashwin stepped inside.Anmol and the other groomsmen were ordered to wait until Ashwin was fully inside before they could come in. Anmol looked to see if he could find the girl with the beautiful eyes but he couldn't spot her.
"Andar aajayeh," he heard her call.
It was then, he looked up and saw a girl dressed in an olive green, gold and purple outfit, her back to him, escorting Ashwin. She hadn't bothered to turn her face, so Anmol still couldn't see her. He stepped inside, not looking at where he was going and before he knew it, it was on the floor.
Instantly laughter broke out in the room. Anmol looked around to see the guys he'd been standing next to ' the groomsmen ' were all on the floor just like he was. Some of them had their shoes off, some of them had one on and one off. It was then that Anmol realized that there had been glue put on the floor so when they stepped in, their shoes got stuck causing them to lose balance and fall.
"Aab samaj mein aaya ke hume ribbon kyun nahin mila?" the with her back to him asked before rushing off with Ashwin. Anmol nodded and smiled to himself. What a girl !!
Anmol sat on the floor dumbfounded while other in the baraath rushed over to help the fallen men up. It had all been part of her prank, that's why she'd used the sheet. That's why she kept disappearing ever few seconds. Anmol finally got to his feet, retrieved his shoes and promised himself that this was the only prank that was going to be played on the Sareens this night.
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Anmol sat with Ashwin and other friends and family in an area just off to the side of the mandap. There was still time before the actually ceremony was to take place, so they were just enjoying themselves, teasing Ashwin, joking around and what not. Suddenly, amidst the laughter and talking, Anmol heard the sound of something jingling. Using his hands he instructed everyone to be quiet and as the hush fell over their group, the sound of jingling and whispering became more prominent. Turning around, Anmol saw a group of girls snooping around behind them.
"Hmm Hmm," he said as he pretended to clear his throat.
Instantly, all the girls stopped with they were doing and froze in the positions that they were in.
"Kya hum aapke maddat kar sakte hai?" Anmol asked, as he propped his right leg over his left and leaned on the back of the chair.
"Ji nahin, thank you," someone said.
"Aagar aap log joote doond rahe hai toh main aabhi batadoon ke woh nahin milenge," Anmol said sternly
"Aapse kisne kaha ke hum joote doond rahe hai?" someone asked.
This time, when he turned to his left, he saw them again ' the beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi. This time, she was sitting in chair a few rows behind them, leaning forward so the rest of her face was hidden by the chair in front of her.
"Kissi ne toh nahin kaha, baas'main hi keh raha hoon," Anmol said in a mocking tone. "Bohot hogayi aapki manmani, bohot hogayi humari mazaak'aab toh iss shaadi mein Sareen's ki hi chalegi."
He heard her scoff as she rolled her eyes and then looked up at the ceiling. Anmol couldn't help it, and looked up as well.
"Hey Bhagvaan," the girl called. "Yeh samajte kya hai aapne aapko?"
With that, she turned around, stood up and began to leave.
"Kya Bhaia," Anmol said as he leaned a hand on Ashwin's shoulder, "Aapki saali toh bohot jaldi haar mangayi."
The girl stopped in her tracks and stood still for a few seconds. Then, she pulled her raven like hair to one side of her shoulder before she spoke.
"Jijaji, aapne bhai se keh dijiyeh ke hum itni asaani se haar nahin mante," she said.
"Sunliya Anmol?" Ashwin asked.
Anmol stood up before he spoke again.
"Hum bhi aapke Jijaji ke bhai hai," Anmol said as he addressed the girl. "Hum bhi dekthe hai, ke aap joote kaise churate hai."
The girl turned her face slightly, but again all Anmol could see were her eyes and the bindi, because her hair covered the rest.
"Hum bhi aapki Bhabi ki behen hai, joote toh hum churake hi dikhayenge," she promised.
With that she walked away, once again leaving Anmol to wonder what caugtht his attention more ' her spunky attitude, her bewitching eyes, or that beautifully adorned bindi. Anmol felt like he was falling for the second time that night, not on the floor, but for those beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi.
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Anmol and the boys of the baraath had made sure that no one saw them hiding the shoes and that no one heard them talking about the shoes. Not only had the girls managed to rob his brother of an entrance fee, but they'd also managed to embarrass Anmol and the other groomsmen in front everyone ' they weren't going to get the shoes'NO WAY.
Anmol had left, two of his friends, in charge of watching over the shoes while he made a quick run to attend a call from some clinet in NY whoes consignment was due tomrorow.. As he began walking back, he looked at where his friends should have been sitting, but was surprised when he found those seats empty. Looking around, Anmol whispered Daam as he found them deep in conversation with two girls. Anmol remembered the girls as being friends with the Sharma daughters,Disha and Raksha. Both his friends were busy with them forgetting their job Anmol left and went to be cautious.
"Kissi kaam ka nahin hai yeh dono," Anmol said to himself.
It was then he realized, no one was watching over the shoes. Holding his breath he turned to where the shoes were hidden. His eyes traveled past the mandap towards the corner of the room where a table had been set up to hold the various things that would be needed for the ceremony. The table was covered in a white table cloth that ran down to the floor. That is where the guys had slipped Ashwin's shoes soon after entering the venue. He was hoping that no one was wise to this fact.
Anmol's hopes shattered when he saw someone's head peeking out from the other side of the table. Someone knew that the shoes were hidden there. He immediately ran over, kneeled down and shot his hand under the table hoping to grab the shoes before anyone else did. Unfortunately, he can in contact with a pair of soft hands.
It was then, the person on the other side of the table looked at him. It was her again ' the one with the beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi. At first there was shock and a hint of fear in her eyes, but as her eyes focused and she recognized him, the relief rushed in.
Anmol was completely in a daze as the girl with the beautiful eyes looked at him. He'd never seen a pair of more expressive eyes. He felt that if he stared at her long enough, he'd just drown in their depths. And for some odd reason, he also felt that if she stared at his eyes long enough, she figure out all of his emotions, Indeed she was a beautiful dusky lady he was admiring,
She blinked and her eyes glowed with a new sparkle.Anmol was rendered speechless. He just stayed there like a statue as she smiled and walked away. It was only when she was already at least twenty feet away from him that he noticed the shoes were in her hand.
"Daam," he cursed as he got to his feet.
He tried calling and signally to his firneds who were engrosed talking to the dusky Sharma's daughters friends... So Anmol took off after the girl himself. He tried his best to keep her insight but with all the turns and cuts she as making, he eventually lost her as she slipped into the darkened corridors of the home. However, he heard the sounds of her payals and followed them finally finding her again..
He saw her standing behind a pillar, hiding from him. She moved her left hand to fix her dupatta on her shoulder causing her bangles to chime as they ran into each other on her wrist. Sneaking up behind her as quietly as he could, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her right wrist, the hand that held the shoes.
He heard her gasp and then freeze.
"Itni asaani se toh tum jooth nahin chura sakte," Anmol said as he tightened his grip on the girl.
Suddenly, a booming voice interrupted their moment as Amar Sharma stepped between them.
"Kya chal raha hai yahaan par?" he asked in a serious tone.
Anmol instantly let go the girl's wrist and stepped back, giving distance between them.
"Kuch bhi toh nahin," Anmol said to Amar.
He watched as the girl behind Amar turned around and her eyes smile at him . She as shorter than Amar so his shoulder covered her face, except her eyes and her bindi. There was a sense of celebration in her eyes as she narrowed them, as if to tell him that she'd won this battle.
"Shaadi ke rasam abhi shuru hone vale hai, hume mandap pe jaana chahiyeh," Amar announced.
"Ji, chaliyeh," Anmol said.
"Main Didi ko lekar aati hoon," the girl said.
Anmol had just turned to leave with Amar behind him when the girl called out to him.
"Suniyeh," she called.
Anmol stopped and turned back to her ' her face still covered by Amar's shoulder.
"Maine kaha tha naa aapse'joote toh main churake hi dikhaungi," she said as a reminder to her earlier words.
With that, she briskly caught the flight of stairs, her hair swaying as she moved, her payals chiming and her bangles sounding.
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He stood
with Ashwin in the mandap by the sacred fire as they brought down the
bride. Four girls surrounded Krithika, with one of them leaning in
and whispering something into her ear. The girl talking had her hand
covering her mouth, leaving her eyes visible. Instantly Anmol knew
who those eyes belonged to.
Anmol was making sure Ashwin looked absolutely flawless just as they brought Krithika and she sat next to him. He looked over Ashwin's sehra to see if he could get a glimpse of the girl but once again, something obstructed his view. He leaned further over and almost saw her but she turned and suddenly rushed off at someone's request.
Making and excuse, he followed her.
Once again he found himself n the darkened corridor of the home. He searched for her but couldn't see her. After a few moments, he heard the sounds of her payals approach the hall. He stood silently in the shadow, and then, when she had just passed him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her aside to a hidden corner where no one could see them.
She gasped in her shock and was about to scream when Anmol placed his hand over her mouth.
"Chup'bilkul chup," he said softly.
Again, with his hand covering her mouth, all he could see were her beautiful eyes and the beautiful bindi.
"Mere Bhaia ki saali-ji," Anmol began, "Aap kafi smart hai aur hoshiyaar bhi..?"
He finally removed his hand so she could respond, and instantly, he felt his breath knocked out by her beauty. He studied her face and was left speechless.A beautiful dusky skined lady she looked , Her features stood out as the moon shone on her face and made her lok absolutly stunning with her eyes and the bindi to complemented it. Her nose stud shone in the moon light giving the extra glow on her face.she was gorgeous, she was timeless ' she was beautiful.
"Samajti nahin," she said softly, "Jaanti hoon."
With that, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away sending him crashing against the wall ' but Anmol wasn't going to give up that easily.
She turned away from him but before she could take a step further, Anmol held her again by her aram and she stopped as he came a litle closer and whispered in her ear.
"Meri baath abhi tak khatam nahin hua hai," Anmol said.
"Chodiyeh, shaadi ki mahurat nikli jaa rahi hai'" she said as she turned her face half way to him, "Hum naye rishte mein baandhne jaa rahe hai."
He couldn't miss the smile on her face looking at this handsome guy.
"Naya rishta chodo, purane rishte ka kya?" he asked.
She simply nodded her head and he understood.
"Purane mein kya rakha hai?" she asked. "Aab toh main aapke bhai ki saali baunuggi."
"Bhaia ki saali tum baad mein," he said.
Then, he leaned in his head so that his lips were nearly touching her ears as he spoke.
"Saabse pehle toh tum'meri Ragini ho," he finished.
He leaned in the rest of the way as she tilted her head and he placed a kiss on her slender neck.
"Anmol'" she whispered hoarsely. "Koi aajayega."
Anmol paid no attention, he simply held her closer.
"Aane doh'" he dared, "Saabko bhi pata chale humare purane rishte ke bare mein."
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