Arshi OS/SS : Short and sweet

ncofl… never on a new year: chapter 6

“kk! you look dazed… are you hungry?” salman asked khushi from the front seat of the ambassador car taking them toward margharita tea estate where they would be staying at the guest house. salman’s parents were at a garden nearby, he had wanted to make sure his boss stayed at the best place around here. salman had grown up in assam. he loved the place, in fact, he was almost proud of it… it’s natural beauty, the richness of the land, the people who had a certain simplicity and freshness, the wide open non skyscraper interrupted skies. but being salman, he wouldn’t say much, just try to see to it that you had a great time while you were in his part of the world

he had found out about a couple of workshops where they could go and see mooga weaving. these were not large set ups, but they were known for their quality. the weavers were all women as had been the tradition and while prices were high, it was only because original techniques were adhered to and just fine mooga, or muga, silk yarn was used without any slipping in of cheaper threads. mooga weaving is complex and asr was happy to come to the less commercial centres to get a feel of the textile and its possibilities.

they had landed at mohanbari airport at about three in the afternoon.

“mohanbari… matlab mohan ji, yaane krishna bhagwan ji ke ghar!” khushi had exclaimed clapping her hands. “bua ji would love this airport… nand kissore!”

(mohan bari… that means mohan’s, that is lord krishna’s, home!)

then she had sniffed loudly.

“what’s up, khushi? you okay?” asr had murmured distractedly as he helped put the luggage in the boot.

“nahin… woh… ghar…” khushi had mumbled looking down.

(no… just that… home…)

“not again, khushi!” asr had said sounding exasperated.

“look,” he’d been brisk, “we are here for only four days, four… days… okay?” he’d paused for emphasis, shrugged and looked at her, an eyebrow raised, before continuing, “di will not have her baby before we return, nani ji will not think you are a selfish girl who left everyone and came away with me, payal will survive without your chatter and… that pigeon…” he’d shaken his head, clearly at a loss for words.

“hum knowing! no one will miss me and kabootar ji will eat all the channe i have left near the pot of roses, but…!” khushi had shot back, her eyebrows dancing up and down… then she’d walked off with a little flounce and sat on the back seat, looking out of the window.

(i know no one will miss me, and the pigeon will eat the gram kernels i have left near the pot of roses!)

she had hardly said anything since they’d set off almost half an hour ago.

“huh?!” she said starting as salman spoke to her.

“are you hungry, kk?” salman repeated his question.

“nahin! samandar!” she blurted out.

(no! ocean!)

“samandar?” salman sounded mystified.

“whaaat?” asr scowled, “khushi! what are you saying? tum theek ho? salman, will you ask the driver to pull over!”

“thapa…” salman began but khushi cut in…

“nahin nahin, salman ji! i am fine! i meant… yeh chai ke bagiche… tea estates! see, like a green ocean… jahan bhi dekhiye hara hi hara…” khushi tried to explain. she had never seen a tea estate before, the tea bushes growing for miles along the slightly undulating slopes, they reminded her of the endless sheet of blue and sun and sand and wind she’d seen in bali. here too the sky had a different blueness to it, she was sure… it couldn’t be an illusion.

(no no, salman ji! i am fine! i meant… these tea gardens… tea estates! see, like a green ocean… wherever one looks, it’s only green…)

“dekhiye, arnav ji… hai na samandar jaisa!” khushi suddenly turned, beamed at asr, her smile wide and full, her pearl like teeth glistening and her hazel eyes full of joy.

(see, arnav ji, isn’t it like the ocean!)

asr wasn’t prepared for this, she had been in a huff and incommunicado; now without any warning, this. he felt his heart lurch, his stomach muscles tighten, and there was a funny feeling near his throat. he stared at her bemused. then recovering quickly, he leaned forward, and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. why didn’t the girl do something about that lock, he thought. a part of him though was quite pleased she didn’t.

he let his lips slant to a small sardonic smile. he said nothing.

salman grinned, “an ocean of tea! we could go surfing…”

“haan,” khushi chirped happily, getting lost in the idea, “chai ka samandar, adrak daal ke! khushboodar, mehekti, mithi, hayee… haan!” khushi smiled to herself, then she muttered under her breath, “na ki koi kala, kadwa coffee, woh bhi bahut garam!”

(a sea of tea, with ginger in it! aromatic, fragrant, sweet, sigh… yes!… not some black, bitter coffee, that too… too hot!)

the man sitting beside her jerked ever so slightly. there was silence in the car.

as she turned away to look out of the window and resume her cold shouldering of the man who had refused to listen to all the reasons she had given as to why it wasn’t right for her to accompany him on his trip to assam, she felt a gaze of brown eyes on her neck. she was quite sure.

then she heard him whisper softly, deliberately, “i heard that.”

a shiver ran up her spine. she knew he was smiling like a laad givernor. no… a magamach. were there any magarmach in assam?


khushi shivered again.




it was a low, spread out colonial bungalow, verandahs all around, sitting in the middle of a huge plot of land with mint green lawns and beds brimming with bright seasonal flowers in shades of orange, red, pink, even blue. there were trees and shrubs and creepers heavy with blooms and a gazebo by a lily pond. pale pink and white lilies grew in it amid large circular lily pads.

khushi stared at the vibrant garden as they got out of the car. four white wrought iron chairs and and a couple of tables were set under a large umbrella. she wished she could go and sit there, and enjoy the fading rays of the winter sun. unconsciously she checked in her cloth satchel bag to see if she had remembered to get along her channe.

“kya dhoond rahi ho?” asr asked, he had been about to walk into the house, but khushi stood there staring at the lawn. now she was groping for something in her bag.

(what are you looking for?)

“huh?” khushi blinked. she had forgotten to bring her channe.

“bahadur!” asr called out to the man in a white livery who had appeared as they drove up to the covered porch. he must have been in his fifties, he’d said namaste to them and started helping with the luggage, carrying the suitcases into the house.

“ji, shaab!” bahadur turned and hurried up to asr.

asr took his duffel bag from bahadur’s hand and opened the zip. he pulled out a plastic packet from inside, then handed the bag back to bahadur with a curt, “thank you!”

he walked up to khushi and gave her the packet, “payal said you might want this!” he said laconically.

khushi was puzzled. jiji? what had jiji sent for her?

she opened the packet, looked in, and gave a squeal of joy.

“channe!” she nearly screamed and looked at the dour man in front of her with shining eyes.

again his heart did that lurch thing.

this time he laughed and pecked her on her cheek.

she felt her cheeks go hot. arnav ji and she had disagreed over this trip. she had felt it was not right, not done really, to leave home like that. she was the bahu of the house, the daughter in law, she had her duties…

“the house didn’t marry you, i did. you didn’t marry the house either… so really khushi, what’s the problem? it’s four days…” he had said impatiently as she had tried to make her point. they were standing by the pool, and it was a beautiful day. khsuhi wished they were not disagreeing like this.

“beside, will you be able to spend four days without me, khushi? what if a tiger ate me up in assam or an elephant trampled me…” he was laughing, which made khushi even more angry.

“aap?? aap…!! how can you say such things, arnav ji! sab kuch mazak nahin hota!” she had gritted her teeth and glared at him.

(you??? you…!! how can you say such things, everything isn’t funny!)

he had leaned forward at that very moment and kissed her hard on her lips, his arms had gone around her and tugged her till she fell on him.

she had felt his tongue thrust against her clenched teeth. she had tried not to give in, but then she’d heard a guttural sound deep in his throat and had felt her toes curl. and she had simply let him do as he pleased.

it was impossible to think when he got into this mood. and she always seemed to feel and hear so many unspoken things when he was like this. whenever he held her, even frowned at her, when he called out to her… that “khushi!”

somewhere along the way he had picked her up and taken her to their bed. she hadn’t protested when he had caught her dupatta and let it slide to the floor, then taken off her kurta, her churidar… she had let him make love to her, too lost in him to think of anything… she only felt his need and his extraordinary arousing of her senses.

afterwards, he’d said sleepily to her, an arm flung across her breasts, “come with me, khushi, and save me from the tigers and elephants…” he had a lazy smile in his voice.

she had wanted to throw her arms around him and snuggle but she had again felt a frisson of unease. amma had always told them that once you married, you had to take care of everyone in the family, not be selfish, not go away and have fun with your husband only. it’s the sign of extreme irresponsibility.

he had gotten up a little, balancing on his elbows, bitten her lightly on her earlobe and said, “stop thinking so much, khushi kumari gupta singh raizada… go to sleep.”



“memshaab!” the young woman said.

khushi’s eyes widened, her lips rounded to a perfect “o” as she stared uncomprehending.

“huh! memsahib… kaun memsahib?” she asked looking around. she was in the room they were to live in. it was large and airy with windows along an entire wall, the wall was in a shade of lilac. the bed linen and curtains were in a paler tone of lilac. the bed was really wide; the furniture was painted white, there was a desk set into a corner with a leather upholstered chair, a lilac throw lay over the back, a large comfortable sofa sat before a low coffee table. the sofa covers were in a mauve, pretty close to the lilac. khushi liked the vase filled with purplish blue small feathery flowers on the table. she had never seen flowers like that.

“aap memshaab!” the girl smiled and nodded her head at khushi.

“nahiiiiiiiin… i am not memsahib…!” khushi’s eyes went wide and… did they think she was like that, hoonh!, khushi scowled… that laad governor… no, hey devi maiyya, raksha karna, she wanted to be nothing like him. always ordering people around, not listening to anybody…

(hey, mother goddess, protect me!)

“memshaab!” it was bahadur. he had just walked in carrying a tray laden with tea and cakes.

“shab theek hai?” the elderly man asked with a smile. he had a broad happy face lined by time and weather, his skin was a shiny dun, and his eyes were almost disappeared every time he grinned yet you could see the glint in them.

(is everything alright, madam?)

“kanumoni, memshaab ka shaman cupboard mein rakkho!” bahadur turned and instructed the girl at the door.

(kanumoni, keep madam’s clothes in the cupboard!)

“memshaab, yeh kanumoni… she will help you…” he said to khushi, who was still looking faintly horror struck.

(madam, this is kanumoni, she’ll help you.)

“memshaab? nahiiiin… !” khushi shrieked suddenly finding her voice… “bahadur ji, kanumoni ji, you can’t call me that… hum not memshaab, hum khushi kumari… see? khushi…” she smiled, “kumari!” she smiled wider.

(madam? noooooo!)

two sets of perplexed eyes followed her.

“ji?!!” exclaimed both the young girl and the older man.

“haan! aap bahadur ji… aap kanumoni ji… hum khushi…” khushi tried to explain…

(yes! you… bahadur ji! you… kanumoni ji! me… khushi…)

kanumoni giggled and said, “baideo!”

khushi frowned, “bye bye???” she was reminded of mami ji.

bahadur beamed, “khushi baideo… elder shishter… okay, memshaab?”

“baideo! do people here call jiji that? how pretty!” khushi grinned at both of them, “bahadur ji, baideo… okay?”




the sun began to set fast around five. khushi stared unblinking at the sky turning pink orange purple mauve over the stretch of green, the spare tall shade trees growing amid the tea bushes became dark silhouettes against the burst of colour. far far away was the horizon somewhere, khushi sighed.

a dark shape loomed before her eyes. she started. but before she could scream, a pair of lips had landed on hers and she was being kissed thoroughly. khushi struggled a little, then decided she liked the kiss too much to fight it… or maybe she liked the kisser. he had walked up to her from behind obviously while she sat out in the garden having tea. he’d been out for some time. she couldn’t see his face in the dark, but she could feel his stubble grazing the skin by her lips, his teeth were sharp and smooth against her tongue, a faint aroma reached her nostrils. it was pleasant and made her want to… want to… she inhaled deeply and thrust her lips against his, unable to complete that thought.

“hmmm…!” he grunted still kissing her, then the lips lifted from hers for a moment and she heard him say, “what if someone can see us?”

once more she got no time to react, the lips went right back to doing what they were doing.

khushi decided she didn’t care any more, she flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the chair. his hands were riding up under her kurta soon, his fingers were cool against her waist, her ribcage. she wriggled and protested, but didn’t stop him.

“still angry with me?” he murmured as his mouth moved along her cheek toward her ear. she wished she could speak, but it was getting difficult to concentrate on anything… and what was that orangey fragrance around him, something sweet in it and heavy… she nodded vigorously.

“okay, then i’d better go to helena,” he said. was he laughing?

she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, clutching a handful she drew him nearer, arching her neck, lost in the touch of his lips on her neck, her ear lobes.. her..

“kya?!” khushi sprang away from him as the words registered, her head still reeling, her mind longing, “hele… kaun?”

in the fading light, his face was not clearly visible but the dark shimmer of his eyes cut through the shadows, made her breathless again. he was laughing.

“helena, she’s beautiful…” asr said, his left eyebrow cocked and he shrugged. she gawked at him.

“come!” he said in a crisp tone, she shivered slightly.

“you must meet her!” he caught hold of her hand and walked with long strides toward the porch, she followed feeling utterly confused. he was going to introduce her to some woman… girl… no, it was a chudail. yes, surely… khushi’s lips thinned and her ire rose… this shadyantri sher, no, frangipani chudail… he had brought her to a lonely deserted place only to kiss her and play with another…

“say hello to helena, khushi!” asr whispered in her ear.

“huh?!” khushi exclaimed, disoriented… something soft and wet touched her fingers, she looked down startled. a long brown something was playing with her fingers, her palm, her arm… khushi’s eyes followed, amazement gathering in hazel irises.

“salaam, baideo… helena, say salaam to baideo,” a tiny gnome like man she hadn’t seen before urged in a singsong gentle voice.

khushi’s dazed eyes moved from her hands to the face of the man and climbed all the way up to where she could see one eye next to a huge slapping ear. grey, wrinkled skin, long swaying… trunk.

it was an elephant.

khushi almost screamed.

“shhh!” asr was holding her hand in a reassuring grip now, “it’s okay, khushi… this is helena… salman’s father’s pet… okay? breathe… breathe… it’s okay!”

khushi looked blankly into warm brown eyes. pet? a whole elephant? this huge humongous creature??! she thought of lakshmi ji.

“p..p…pet?” she stammered, holding his hand tight.

“yes, khushi…” asr’s voice was gentle suddenly, he stroked the elephant’s trunk as he spoke, “helena here was a baby when mr ghaznavi… tazdiq… saved her after poachers killed her mother. she’s been with them ever since. she’s ten years old now… and that’s maila, her mahout…”

khushi watched the animal and asr for a few minutes, not saying anything. a strange affinity between the two she could sense. and arnav ji’s voice had been so soft, like a whisper almost, as if he were talking to himself… helena. she let her tongue go over the syllables.

“namaste, helena ji!” khushi said clearly to the elephant, folding her hands, “aap se milke badi khushi hui… hamare lakshmi ji bhi aap se milker khush ho jaati!” she grinned and patted helena’s trunk gingerly. then with growing confidence.

(namaste, helena ji! i am delighted to meet you… our lakshmi ji too would be very happy to make your acqaintance!)

maila nodded approvingly and repeated to helena, “helena, say salaam to baideo…”

helena turned her head a little and looked at khushi, then slowly she raised her trunk in a greeting.

khushi felt a thrill rush through her. asr swallowed and tried to look nonchalant, a curiously moving sight, the girl from lucknow with an off centre plait and bobbing blue pompoms meeting the orphan elephant from assam. he found himself wondering if elephants ate jalebi.

then he shook his head, maybe it was indeed time for a consultation with dr hussain, delhi’s leading psychiatrist.




“arnav ji, dekhiye, the sun is rising!” khushi was standing at the window, watching the morning light as it broke and the gardens and distant hills, hamlets, and a river came into view.

“shut up, khushi!” grunted asr from the bed.

khushi drew her white dupatta around her shoulders, there was a slight chill in the air.

she thought of the green ocean, of being called memshaab; of an orange flecked sweet aroma on her arnav ji… it was most likely from the honey he’d said, mr ghaznavi kept bees and he’d taken arnav ji to see the hives; she thought of young and pretty kanumoni ji who wore a dress she’d never seen before; of bahadur ji with glinting eyes and all “s” sounds turned to “sh”; of nand kissore’s home, the airport; of a big grey pet called helena ji… she began to feel a glorious lightness.

such an ajeeb and wonderful place arnav ji had brought her to.

she was too happy and distracted to notice a pair of deep brown eyes open, look at her appraisingly for a couple of moments, then close even as a hand shot out and grasped her around the waist and yanked her off her feet.

“arnav ji!” khushi yelped.

“arnav!” came the brusque command.

“jwalamukhi!” she countered, settling into his arms and pushing up his tee, trailing her fingers over his chest.



ncofl 2 400



it’s been a while. meant to update earlier, wrote half the chapter and went to india, quite sure, i’d be able to complete it there. in the middle of a wedding. how intelligent was that. sorry, all… i hope this happy chapter you do enjoy. see you soon. thanks so much for giving my rambles your time. 



find all chapters here

ncofl: never on a new year: chapter 7




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  • Reply
    March 4, 2016 at 12:18 am

    I did enjoy… I enjoyed it very much actually… Iss liye jao maaf kiya… I mean… Fine! If you absolutely had to go and attend a wedding I guess the wait was unavoidable… Just make sure it doesn’t happen again. Laughing. Sorry, sorry… I need to smooth out these dramatic kinks every once in a while.

    I am back to the puzzle of why I love your story so much. And I do. I think it is the strong, silent, portrayal of ASR. Doesn’t say much… but sees everything… everything pertaining to her especially… and feels so much… and can not explain the reason for his intense awareness of her to his own satisfaction. Dictatorial when he feels he is in the right… which is most of the time… and unapologetic for his actions. And he is so into her… Love it!

    Now Khushi… ok girlfriend… yes your mom was right… you marry the entire family… but first and foremost you marry the man… Figure out your priorities already. Although I love the fact that he makes her lose her chain of thought so effortlessly ( not that it should take too much effort with KKGSR)… and the flipside of that is… that her mercurial moods are an endless source of fascination to him… So it is this chemistry… both physical and emotional… that you have generated in spades that I am so in love with. Could it get any more beautiful?

    Love and regards,

    P.S. Don’t ever stop writing. Please!

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      March 4, 2016 at 9:18 am

      hahahha, so good to see you, dear saman… yeah, these weddings and things, all this asli duniya interference… when all i want to do is delve into chemistry or even physics… the science of asr plus kkgsr.
      so you do forgive me, even if it’s, you mean… fine!
      thank you thank you 🙂
      loved reading your description of this chaos causing asr. such men apparently don’t exist. but do we care. in fact, we don’t even believe in all these unfounded fears. he exists and is very much here. in fact, right now feeling funny lurch near the ticker while ladki rolls about in his arms deeply disturbing his sleep.
      and that ladki… i see her struggle within herself.. there’s everything she knows and then all those things she feels. i hope she chooses right and resists all attempts to turn her into achhi bahu… achhi anything.
      thanks so much for liking the story, and not really bothering too much as to why…
      see ya… this time all asli duniya shall be banished. hum promise.

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    March 4, 2016 at 1:23 am

    i could go haww..over kushir ire and sigh over what Arnavji does for Kushi…you do paint sucha beautiful picture indi….i love how you write our Arhi…

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      March 4, 2016 at 9:18 am

      hi mayuri, thank you so much. 🙂 i think i write the stories mainly because have this mad desire to suss them, sense them, be seduced by them once more teehee. good to see you.

  • Reply
    March 4, 2016 at 1:41 am

    beautiful update as ever…:)

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      March 4, 2016 at 9:19 am

      anamika, hi… great to see you… thanks so much. 🙂

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    Archana popli
    March 4, 2016 at 2:13 am

    I always look fwd to your pm as your stories are so original. I would love to visit Assam ,Ladakh ,and Bhutan ,and Tibet ,each has a charm lucky khushie that she gets to travel t o these places loved her description of the tea estate being a sea of green the imagery so vivid ,you know growing up we had tea estates in Connur ,it reminds me of those days ,where life moved at its own pace ,loved Helena and also that khushie is still her humble self and all ASR status has not changed her , carry on ,love to read your nxt .

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      March 4, 2016 at 9:40 am

      hi archana, tea estates in connur? that’s wonderful. so you know the feeling of those rolling greens. i grew up in assam… and like salman, love the place. 🙂 haven’t been to the other places you mention, but hopefully, some day. khushi kumari gupta singh raizada… yeah, she could have been influenced by all the money and status, as in aukat (oh all those aukat fights hahah) but who will change her? her pompoms and mojri and choti and gota are in full control, dare anyone try to make khushi anything other than who she absolutely is… 🙂 so glad you like helena… thanks for the comment and enjoying all my rambling.

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    March 4, 2016 at 3:07 am

    I am really happy that khushi took the decision to come on this trip… It is beautiful

    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 9:20 am

      thank you, ranogill… glad you are liking the story.

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    March 4, 2016 at 8:55 am

    Thank! awesome update!

    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 9:20 am

      thank you, nisso… great to see you. 🙂

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    March 4, 2016 at 11:33 am

    Di no worries for late updates:) and for all your hard work thank you, muaaahhh

    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 11:38 am

      hi anarshi, thank you so so much… muaah back. 🙂

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    March 4, 2016 at 1:03 pm

    It’s nice to see richness didn’t effect
    khushi … her grounded nature is still intact! And Her thoughts are really matchless *an ocean of tea*…. everyone can’t see the depth; it require wisdom… she’s blessed! So asr like a typical businessman is successful in bagging an ingenious and stunning wife as well…both compliment each other perfectly. Btw loved the way they call sisters “baideo”…. it sounds dearly! Lovely update

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      March 4, 2016 at 11:30 pm

      hi ananya_arshi, khushi is too much herseklf i guess to be swayed by money and things. thanks for enjoying all the little things in teh chapter. in assamese baideo means elder sister from what i recall :). yeah, asr is smart, got himself a great lover and wife… see you soon.

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    March 4, 2016 at 1:21 pm

    It is baffling and so cute, indi. It is indeed refreshing to read you.

    Take care


    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 11:30 pm

      thank you, anna… good to see you. 🙂

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    March 4, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    Wonderful as always !! I really keep waiting to read your stories. There is such pleasure and a calm happiness in all the scattered , wild and weird thought process of Khushi. And Arnav the lover, the adorable Magarmach !!

    Thank you so much for a heartwarming update.

    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 11:32 pm

      awww, rati… such a lovely comment. thank you and thank you again. “calm happiness in all the scattered, wild” stuff… hope it always remains so. see you soon.

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    March 4, 2016 at 11:12 pm

    Beautiful writing. I especially enjoyed the description of the nature of Assam, lash tea garden, so picturesque, so serene, Like Khushi said sea of tea. Perfect metaphor. This girl is so childish, but at the same time so deep. no wonder why arnav fell in love with her. The people also seemed very simple and naive, like Khushi. that’s why she gelled with them so well, even with an elephant! I love her more for her grounded, down to earth nature.

    It was great that Arnav brought Khushi along with him. She is enjoying a lot and having awesome romantic moments with her sexy man.

    • Reply
      March 4, 2016 at 11:35 pm

      thank you, sohara. i grew up in assam, and it is really so so pretty… glad you liked khushi’s metaphor and her thoughts… also, look at this girl, such a mad wild sweet one and then she goes and gets that “sexy man”… sigh, not fair. thanks for enjoying the feel and people of assam and helena… see you soon.

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    March 5, 2016 at 1:37 am

    very descriptive and beautiful chapter

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      March 5, 2016 at 5:48 pm

      hi shubhangi, thanks… good to see you. 🙂

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    Faiqa Choudhery
    March 5, 2016 at 9:05 am

    Hey Indi 🙂

    Beautiful <3

    I love nature and description of nature enhances any mood, I strongly believe in it.
    I went to Asaam when I was 14, so million years ago and yes tea gardens , these look like lush green carpets on earth spreading over miles from certain angle.Love it.

    aww, paagal ladki humari Khushi bibi…and her sanak which her Sank mian loves and adores and always instigates to get that side of her.She is his smile and sukoon, her banter, her pagal pan is his life.


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      March 5, 2016 at 5:56 pm

      you’ve been to assam, faiqa? yay… i grew up there and abs love the lay of the land, the feel of that part of our country. haven’t been back in nearly forty years… some day. thanks so much for liking pagal ladki chaos… you’re right, all her sanka feeds him, grows him, nourishes him… and maybe all his gussa thrills her no end, who knows.

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    March 5, 2016 at 4:17 pm

    I felt myself transported to a green laid back world thanks to your brilliant writing In di. I could see you there…I know you were there with Bahadur, with Helena and others…just walking through some moments makes the trudging along the real more tolerable…a sweet breath of fresh air…the sounds and smell…the ‘my’ place…where Arnav Khushi must must go and make love and smile and discover each other some more…though she cant resist her hot husband she is mad with him and trying to be an achhi bahu! Lol!  Please make her bad, bold and beautiful for the moonga and him! 

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      March 5, 2016 at 6:03 pm

      ha, you’re right, they had to go where i once was happy and young and planning on trapping a handsome man… moonga, madness, and the gussawala hot husband… how long can khushi remain achhi ladki amid that… but well, she never was achhi… not in our buri ladki stories at least 🙂 🙂 thanks for enjoying the fall back onto a lovely “laid back world.” imagine if poor asr had to live there, the whole of assam would be flying about in a tizzy no doubt, while khushi rushed around talking to tigers, elephants, grasshoppers, monarch butterflies, venus flytraps, even rhinos… teehee.

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    March 6, 2016 at 1:56 am

    indi namaste,this is Lee once again at your service ocean,adrakwali chai ,bahadur,kaunmoni,helena ,what beautiful portrayal you have given.As usual Kh not appreciating her LG s highhandedness,but gives in to his ministrations every now on then( as if anyone could resist Hotwa),but the silent ,brooding hubby not only gets satisfied but makes her happy& wanting more.Do men like Arnav really exist? Can you parcel off HIM to me?why can’t Khushi just embrace her sexuality& make the first move,that would render LG out of breath& words.I enjoyed the update.see u,bye

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      March 6, 2016 at 11:39 am

      hi lee… how are you? wonderful to see you. thanks for liking the things i write of. that highhanded one… how not to give in as you rightly note. does anyone like asr exist? of course he does.. you and i create him every day… how can he refuse to be? khushi’s sexuality, i always yelled for that while watching ipk… heheh, in ncofl she is nicely besharam if you recall. i seem to remember one night when after some champagne she went for the man’s shirt buttons 🙂 at this moment, i think madam is struggling between anger and sheer desire… however… i will take note of your c’mon khushi and see when she is all set to make the first move… see ya soon.

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    March 6, 2016 at 9:00 pm

    For a moment, I thought I were surrounded by the ocean of tea leaves and there was a vase of purplish blue flowers in front of me. Poora Assam ka spell weave ho gaya tha mere aas paas. He really did seduce her into coming with him to Assam and if that weren’t enough he bought in the stories of elephants and tigers into the play. I simply couldn’t stop laughing and awwing at the same time.
    The characters from Assam that you have introduced in the update made it all the more interesting and Helena, I believe, was a stellar. Although an elephant, she is totally capable of making Khushi go jealous and green.
    Theirs is a different kind of love. They fight and then make up gracefully. The more they fall in love with each other, the more we fall in love with them.

    Waiting for the next part.
    Update soon. 🙂

    P.s : is your Arnav up for sale?

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      March 7, 2016 at 10:43 am

      hi, shruti, thank you so much for those wonderful words… you were in assam… 🙂 the man is impossible and the girl makes him even more so. delighted you like helena… she is glorious in my head. “They fight and then make up gracefully. The more they fall in love with each other, the more we fall in love with them.” so enjoyed what you said. all about that feeling of love, really. the best feeling ever. see you soon.

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    March 7, 2016 at 4:27 am

    Helena…. Arnav … & khushi…. What do I say such a beautiful update, u have got me speechless here…

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      March 7, 2016 at 10:39 am

      aww, thanks so much, shipra… delighted to hear you enjoyed it so much.

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    March 7, 2016 at 10:13 am

    I enjoy reading it
    is fun

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      March 7, 2016 at 10:40 am

      thanks so much, linsie… appreciate your comments. 🙂

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    March 8, 2016 at 3:31 pm

    Awesome update always! looking to read more beautiful moment of ArHi in Assam. Though i have only watched it on a tv, after reading this update i felt a being there.

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      March 9, 2016 at 12:01 pm

      hi javeria, thanks so much. i am so happy you sensed assam… is a beautiful part of the country. i must go back, it’s been nearly 40 years.

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    March 10, 2016 at 11:21 am

    Khushi talli ho gayi?.. aye I’m floored by his caring and love towards Khushi. You described the scenery very beautifully!
    Loved it!?

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      March 12, 2016 at 12:55 am

      hi sirenmitra… good to see you. thanks so much. glad you enjoyed the chapter.

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    March 11, 2016 at 4:06 am

    Great update
    Loved the way she was introduced to Helena ?
    Just love their bond so much

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      March 12, 2016 at 12:54 am

      thank you so much. very glad you liked helena. 🙂

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    March 11, 2016 at 4:07 am

    I meant arshi’s bond

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    March 12, 2016 at 10:39 am

    Beautiful and serene 🙂

    Loved the atmosphere of this whole thing.Nature and it’s attraction always grabs you and here we have ArHi.A perfect cpmbo.

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      March 13, 2016 at 12:45 am

      hi roop, great to see you. you liked the chapter? i am so glad. yes, nature has a different power. see you soon.

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    March 12, 2016 at 10:39 am

    It’s me Roop from IF

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      March 13, 2016 at 12:45 am

      🙂 hi and welcome to writersbrew.

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    March 20, 2016 at 10:18 am

    Waiting for the update dear
    pls do continue soon
    It’s been than two weeks since the last update

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      March 21, 2016 at 3:36 am

      i know… hi :)… will try my best to update by tomorrow late night.

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        March 21, 2016 at 2:47 pm

        Thanks a lot dear
        Will be waiting 🙂

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    March 22, 2016 at 6:31 am

    That is one beautiful virtual trip to the corridor of Northeast desh Indi…it is crazy, romantic, picturesque..enjoyed all the native elements you have incorporated and that undulating green sea is very imaginative.. I am sure/glad to find my man and his girl right here in your stories.. when ever i miss them bad.. thanks much..

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      March 22, 2016 at 7:08 am

      hi indu, thank you. so glad the mad chapter appealed. glad your “my man and his girl” need is taken care of here i get the feeling i am writing this one because of my need for those guys too. i was sure i was done with asr khushi story writing. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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    March 29, 2016 at 8:00 am

    Awesome chapter…………..yoga123 IF

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      March 29, 2016 at 11:18 am

      thanks and great to see you here.

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    October 14, 2018 at 11:18 pm

    Thanks for taking me a trip to the beautiful Assam..The Kabootar is eating the Chenna left by Khushi in Shantivan..

    The other highlights other than the beauty and proud of Assam and it’s people in the chapter for me are Khushi’s hesitation to visit..He’s correct by saying that she didn’t marry the house..I agree and adore the love for everyone in the in-laws home..But I severely dislike the bahu duties of keeping the home happy, never go out with or without husband to take care of everyone..Thanks for mentioning how girls are made to think like this..I’m not complaining about Garima..But that’s need to be changed..
    An elephant-Helena♥♥
    They’re like kids in bigger bodies..It’s very sad that we’re destroying the habitats and the animals for our greed..One day we gonna ended up lone if this continues..I have read in a magazine that Somewhere in Africa, they burnt the trunks taken from hidden places and from the hunters..It was in tonnes..And it took more than one week to become ash..That disturbed me a lot..

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    October 16, 2018 at 11:07 am

    “They’re like kids in bigger bodies.”
    what a nice way to put it. i grew up in assam. many memories. haven’t been back in nearly 40 years. things have changed i am sure, but the fundamental thing hopefully unchanged. very very disturbing what we do… about most things. and the disregard for earth, for animals, for people…
    i agree, this whole bahu thing is sexist, makes women into objects, and just not right. ridiculous pressures put on a human being, just because from a societal point of view all the “good fortune” is hers because she got married. thsi is an ancient social idea, even then it was not right, even now. i actually do not believe in any of our cultural norma, like sindoor khela during durga puja, karva chauth, etc., that are to do with praying so you don’t become a widow, and i detest the social derision and disrespect of widows.

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