“Aap bhi na Arnavji. Why don’t you ever want to listen to me? Hum keh rahe hai na this is the only way. Mamiji will not listen to anything else“. Khushi Kumari Gupta clad in her jamuni colored gota laden tight fitting lukhnowi kurti stood gesturing frantically at the man standing before her.
Surprisingly today Arnav Singh Raizada’s attire almost matched Khushi in its hue. His crisp maroon shirt was rolled up to his sleeves. He looked completely at home in his black waist coat over it. He wore it with such a casual aristocratic elegant air that it seemed completely normal that he would be dressed this way even in his house.
“Obviously I knew your crazy idea would not work. Kuch kuch hota hai? I would have done it my way, but no Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta and her outrageous ideas.“
They were standing facing each other at what was fondly referred to as the poolside. Twilight was descending overhead. A cool breeze had quietly sneaked in. All around them his plants swayed in this gentle breeze. The lapping water of the shallow pool and the rustling breeze would have been soothing to the ear, but Khushi did not have the time to focus on them right now. The breeze ruffled the few strands of hair that had escaped her tight plate. Her long delicate fingers impatiently brushed them behind her ear.
In a huff she started, “Haaww my idea was bad? Aur ye aap keh reh hai? Atleast thanks to my plan jiji said yes to my honewali jeejaji. Of course he will be my jeejaji only if you do as I tell you to do. And by the way your ‘best deal’ talk with mamiji also did not work. What did you think? Humne suna nahi? I heard you. Isliye ab aap dhyan se suniye. Yahi raasta hai. Ha. Now you need to pretend to that you laad gov.. mera matlab Arnav Singh Raizada .. Kya kaha tha mamiji ne? ha.. A middle class girl.” At this point she was quite breathless because the words had rushed out nonstop. She was determined more than ever, but feeling a bit nervous looking at the icy glare aimed her way. “I have seen this in movies. It always works Arnavji. It is very simple. All you have to do is tell mamiji you also want to want to marry a..“
“What the?“. ASR looked completely dazed now. Grabbing the opportunity, with a wide loopy smile on her face Khushi rushed ahead, “Aap shaadi karna chahte hai ek aam larki se. Simple. Do you have a better idea?” .
“Paagal ho gayi ho kya tum?” He could not believe his ears. Warming up to his theme he continued. “Why will my marrying a girl help. And why will she marry me?” Then, almost as an afterthought he added quietly, “And marriage is no joke“.
“Bilkul sahi kaha Arnavji.” Khushi almost hi fived him in delight. This she had a ready answer for. “So imagine if, kyunki humne koshish nahi ki puri tarah, jiji and Aakash ji have to give up on their chance of happiness, will you be able to forgive yourself?” She gave a theatrical vehement shake of her head to accompany this. Her long choti, with the golden paranda at the very end, swayed along enthusiastically.
ASR also shook his head. His a more bewildered languid movement. “This is the craziest idea you have ever had. It is even crazier than playing with Om Prakash or even thinking I did some black magic on you. Samjhi tum? “
“It’s crazy! Chalo tab thik hai“, pat came Khushi’s gleeful response. “Sirf thik kyu.. hum toh kahenge tab.. achcha hai. Since hello hi bye bye is also a little crazy then this most definitely will work Arnavji. Ab toh devi maiiya has given us the sign to show we are on the right path.“
ASR’s stance was slowly beginning to relax. His arms held loose on either side of his body. His eyes were following the excited movements of the girl before him. “Some days why do I feel everyone around me has completely lost it?“
“Lost?.. Nahi nahi we will find her. If only Lavanyaji was like jiji and me, We could have called her back. But she was modern and mamiji already liked her. Phir kya fayda? Wo kya kehte hai.. Ha.. Live in.. Arnavji.. You can tell mamiji that though this girl has no money you don’t want live in. aap usse shadi karna chahte hai. Everyone will be so happy.” She clapped her hands together in unrestrained excitement, convinced her idea would work.
If the great Arnav bitwa himself was marrying a girl who could bring no dowry then mamiji would have to say yes to Aakash ji marrying jiji. It happened in movies all the time. The side hero heroine would get to marry because the main hero heroine’s love convinced everyone. Only in this case the love story was of Aakashji and payalji and devi maiiya only knew why this laad governor had to be a part of it.
“Really, sab khush honge?” ASR’s lips had started to twitch a little at the extreme right. He just about managed to control his laughter. Khushi Kumari Gupta had suggested he marry a girl from a less well off family and then she had spoken about live in. His right eye brow shot right up and the lips curved into a sinful smile. She had turned away from him at an angle and was gently swaying with a spaced out expression on her face. Time for the bait. “And you seem to know all about this live in thing..” And wait for the catch.
“Ha bilkul“. She whirled around. Was almost in touching distance from him. Close. Too close. He could see the details of her twinkling bindi. Also see the twinkle in her eyes. “Of course I know. Am from Lukhnow which is not really a small town at all and now living in this even bigger town. Dilli. I know all sorts of things. Live in matlab.. larka larki bina shaadi ke bhi sab kuch..“
“Am listening” . This was way too much fun. ASR was thoroughly enjoying the expression on khushi’s face.
Her hands had clamped her mouth shut and her nose had turned an enticing shade of red. He had a strange yearning to raise his hand and flick her nose. He had a feeling it would be heated up. Just like her ears, which were also turning a shade of crimson now. He could feel the laughter coursing through him. Only Khushi Kumari Gupta could have such pretty ears that managed to turn red.
Finally she managed to collect herself enough to mutter distractedly. “laad governor..” Of course he could hear and was even more amused. He found himself curiously wondering why everything that was to do with this girl have a habit of turning interesting.
“Arnavji hum shaadi ki baat kar re hai. Not live in. Samjhe aap?“. She stated firmly.
“Actually, Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta, we are talking about nothing anymore kyunki main ja raha hun. This was highly entertaining, but I don’t have time for your bakwas.” He had no plans of moving away from there though. He simply picked up the sleek silver mac book from the table and sad down on the recliner, flicked open the laptop and stared at the start up screen with as much concentration as he could muster.
“Chote.. I heard Khushiji. I think it is a great idea!” Anjali limped across towards them from the french window she had been standing near. One hand held the pleats of her pale yellow sequined chiffon saree and also gripped her phone. She had been very worried with what was going on in shantivan. After serving tea she had planned to call her husband knowing he might be able to reason out with Aakash and mamiji. Midway she had been stopped by Khushiji and chote’s voices. She tried her best to hobble as fast as she could to get closer to them. With the other hand she balanced a tray with a heavy tea pot, a sugar jar and small white china tea cups.
Khushi came forwarded and took the tray from Anajli. She set it down on the table and then happily turned. It had grown darker outside. The moon was out and so were the stars. But Khushi felt brighter now. “Sach Anjaliji? Aapko idea achcha laga? Devi maiyaa ka lakh lakh sukhriya. There is atleast one sensible person in this house.” Khushi quickly thanked her devi maiyaa with her characteristic gesture of folding her palms together and in quick succession bringing them to her forehead and back down. Then she stopped to glare at the seemingly nonchalant man still staring at his computer screen.
Her glare was finally too much to ignore. He looked up. “Di you both can plan all the weddings you want for now. Just leave me out of it.“
Anjali was smiling. She was quite used to hearing a ‘no’ from chote. Her brother usually always started with a ‘no’. That would not stop her today. She had a plan too. She had been considering the possibility for quite a while now. When she overheard Khushiji she knew this was the perfect opening she had been waiting for. Cheerful and sweet Khushiji. Anjali felt very happy having her around in Shantivan. A young girl in Shantivan. And that too such a nice hearted well intentioned girl. What could be better? “Tum bhi na chote.. You tell me khushiji, what is the problem with the idea?“
“Let me pour the tea Anjaliji.. Ye lijiye..“, Khushi handed over one of the cups to Anjali, stirring the sugar she had added in. “problem ye hai that we need a girl like jiji. Only then when Arnavji says he wants to marry her will it work.Agar bare bhai ki shaadi is with someone like jiji then of course mamiji has to say yes for the marriage of the younger brother in a household of similar means. Isn’t it a wonderful idea Anjaliji? “
She was busy pouring the tea for Arnavji and completely missed the mischievous smile that shot across Anjali’s face. “cheeni nahi.” she muttered to herself. ASR, having finally succeeded in tuning out the chatter of the women, was busy with the numbers on screen that Aman had emailed him. His face was bent down in concentration. Khushi brought the cup close to his face and rattled it almost under his nose. The khanak of her bangles made him look up at her. It was a nice familiar sound. It did not irk him that this sound came from Khushi’s bangles. On the contrary he had grown used to them. Just like he had grown use to the girl wearing them. He held out his hands to take the cup from her. His lean brown fingers brushed against her soft white ones. She stiffened as her eyes widened slightly.
Right then Anjali spoke up, “Phir toh koi problem nai hai Khushiji. I have the perfect solution. Chote can marry you.“
At the exact same moment both Khushi and ASR let go of the cup. It crashed onto the floor. The china shattered into tiny fragments, but no one cared.
“What the?? di ..“
“Kya?? Kya kaha aapne Anjaliji?”
“uff ho chote, Khushiji.. That was such an expensive tea cup you both broke. Koi baat nahi. Breaking of glass is a sign of good luck. Bahut shubh hua. And that too at the very moment your wedding was mentioned.” Anjali was very happy. This would turn out perfect.
Looking forward to your thoughts and comments. Watching, reading, thinking about IPK makes me immensely happy and I hope some of this happiness came across in this chapter too.
RashmiApril 6, 2015 at 8:31 pm
Excellent. Really enjoyed it. Looking forward to the next chapter. Thanks for sharing with all of us.
rhea sinhaApril 6, 2015 at 10:52 pm
Hi Rashmi. Thanks a lot for liking the crazy matchmaking. Chapter 2 is already up. I added a link above. Chapter 3 will be up in a day or two. The plan has a twist. See you there.
DawnApril 12, 2015 at 1:11 am
Loved it , waiting for the next chapter 🙂
rhea sinhaApril 12, 2015 at 4:29 am
Hey Dawn thanks a lot. Till chapter 3 is up. Really good to see you here. Comments here make our day.. Hope you enjoy some of the other stuff we have too.
AnnasabuJuly 26, 2016 at 12:32 pm
I have started reading this.
rhea sinhaJuly 27, 2016 at 11:53 am
Hi Anna looking forward to your thoughts on this ones. Hope you enjoy!
gprsApril 4, 2017 at 1:58 am
this sounds fun and lovely start..I love to read further..typical Arnav and Khushi reactions..ha.ha
rhea sinhaApril 8, 2017 at 11:03 am
Thank you gprs. Welcome here. Hope you are enjoying Hamesha.
NithyMay 15, 2018 at 4:02 pm
Nice update.and its really a new start
rhea sinhaMay 19, 2018 at 1:28 pm
thanks nithy. happy to see a new year. welcome to hamesha 🙂
gprsJune 6, 2018 at 6:32 pm
The IPK bug caught me again..after some months gap,i’m back to this land..will be back here to enjoy your words
rhea sinhaJune 6, 2018 at 11:24 pm
rabba ve gprs.. thank you for being back.. and happy 7th anniversary!
ÁineJune 11, 2018 at 4:39 am
just finished reading the chap….it’s off to an good start….but i am unable to open chapter 2…
rhea sinhaJune 11, 2018 at 10:54 am
Hi Aine sorry for the inconvenience. Have fixed the link. Here yu go – https://writersbrew.com/2015/07/hamesha-a-heartbeat-away-chapter-2/ . And welcome to writersbrew 🙂