Arshi OS/SS : Short and sweet

ncofl… never on a new year: chapter 9

khushi wondered why the green looked hazy, out of focus.

something warm and wet touched her cheek, her vision cleared. it was a tear she realised.

that choking sensation near her throat was still there. khushi shook her head not quite conscious of what she was doing… her breathing was getting irregular again. how would she make arnav ji understand? it wasn’t safe here, anything could happen.

as the words filtered through, a darkness seized some corner without name, a suffocation rose. it was filling her chest, her ears, her forehead, her nose, she reached out blindly and her fingers touched a soft cool surface.

khushi blinked. what was that? it was so smooth.




asr glared at the laptop screen. why wasn’t he being able to keep his mind on what mattered, dammit!

khushi was being childish. she had to stop it, that’s all.

he took a sip of coffee exasperatedly.


di was just like this… worry about the most ridiculous things, go crazy without assessing anything, annnything… rationally.

why couldn’t they think, use their minds a bit, he thought for the nth time. everything came from the wrong place. that damn dil.

he turned suddenly and grabbed the bale of mooga. how could a natural yarn have a sheen like this? a colour like this?

didn’t khushi understand? didn’t she understand anything? didn’t she understand… him?

a funny twinge shot through his heart.




the leaf was bright green and almost sparkling. she watched her finger stroke it. she was standing in front of a tea bush, holding a tea leaf. khushi frowned and peered closer, allowing her mind to move away from what she couldn’t even look at too clearly. she had walked around distractedly after changing into her churidar, trying to grapple with that worry and she must have wandered into the tea garden across the road.

the blade was wide and the edge curved in an arc all the way to the tip, there was something comforting about its shape. the gloss on the surface was deep, the patina shone, khushi rubbed the leaf, feeling its suppleness, staring at it, wondering about what she had no idea.

she had seen girls with baskets on their backs hanging from a strap on their heads, come down the road in groups and enter the gardens the last couple of days. salman ji had told her they were the tea pluckers, in assam they were called coolies.

coolies? khushi blinked again. arnav ji was a coolie… yes… but he was not a tea plucker, he carried luggage. he was a porter in new delhi station… he wanted to send her away. no, he wanted to hold her in his strong arms, keep her here. arnav ji…

salman ji had told her how the coolies were really tribal people brought here from bihar and other places as labourers, when the british people started the tea gardens almost two hundred years ago. the coolies had a miserable life, she remembered her friend looking angry as he’d said that.

angry… gussa… arnav ji was angry… he was jwalamukhi. her jwalamukhi… the leaf in her hand was blurring again.

khushi took a deep breath and concentrated on what salman ji had said.

his father tazdiq ji had over the years started taking a lot of interest in the the lives of the workers… without whom, the tea estate would be quite useless. there would be no tea, salman ji had grinned. tazdiq ji had started cutting down work hours, improved the state of the huts where coolies lived, raised the pay, got a group of doctors from gujarat involved in a women’s health programme, the men were big drinkers often, tazdiq ji hoped the simple sports activities he was encouraging would help in some way in curbing that… he’d set up a school with his own family’s money. rehana ji supervised the running of the school, she also encouraged the older girls to come at least once a week to her home and showed them things on the internet. one of the girls had just been accepted into a college in calcutta, everyone was pretty happy about that. salman ji was sure, there had been a lot of drinking in the village that evening.

khushi frowned, she had not met any of the pluckers. they were not all young girls, many were much older women… experts at their work. they worked really fast, their fingers moving without faltering, tearing off the leaves and tossing them into the basket at the back, they knew exactly how to break off the tip of the stem with two leaves and a bud, that’s what was needed to make really good chai.

two leaves… khushi smiled, two.. always two…

two strings… babu ji always said the syrup had to come to that density… do taar.

the leaf was intensely green and yet… the tea… khara…


brown that gleamed gold as it moved. how did that happen, how did green turn to… why were arnav ji’s eyes so brown? why couldn’t she think of anything else when he smiled, when his eyes were like tea without milk. moving glinting deep brown.

khushi took a ragged breath in. arnav ji.

she knew she couldn’t stop him. she wouldn’t be able to bear it if the eyes dimmed. even that bit…

arnav ji loved what he did. his work meant so much to him. he had created his business out of nothing practically… that drive, that determination… yes, it was terribly dangerous here… but people worked and lived here still. kanumoni ji, helena ji, bahadur ji, salman ji’s parents, the coolies… and yes, thapa ji…

she wondered if rehana ji was scared for tazdiq ji ever. and she instantly knew, yes, she was. perhaps every day. but still, she was here with him. and tazdiq ji who was so good, maybe… could be who he wanted to be because rahana ji let him be?

what a strange thought, khushi shook her head again.

her heart raced at the thought of arnav ji smiling up at her, confident, sure of himself, with just a bit of teasing in his eyes… or anger… or, khushi gulped, the way he looked at her at times…  shimmering brown eyes.

she started to walk toward the bungalow. suddenly, she wanted to drink a whole glass of hot tea. with elaichi.




he got up slowly and walked over to the swathe of mooga still lying on the grass. he bent down and picked it up, and holding it up he let his eyes run over the fabric.




khushi saw his shoes first. she stopped in her tracks and looked up.

asr stood there. khushi started, her heart leaping. what was arnav ji doing here?

asr walked up to her nonchalantly and lifted her chin with his fingers, for a long moment he looked into her eyes.

she watched not quite understanding what he was doing. why he was here.

he let go of her chin and stepped back, then he said, “okay… okay! i won’t come to assam any more.”

khushi felt her heart flip.

“nahiiin!” she whispered, asr stepped closer again and stroked her cheek with slightly unsteady fingers.


“it’s okay,” he said almost in a whisper. khushi shook her head and said,

“aap ko aana hi hoga!”

(you have to come!)

asr stared at her. he was sure she didn’t know what she was saying. she was in a such a state. he could have kicked himself, she was so frantically worried for him, and he had not understood that. of course, she had been irrational. she was like that. he would be rational. no, what the! he had to admit it, actually he wouldn’t. the poor girl… he started to draw her to him, but she pushed him away.

“nahin, arnav ji! you must do the work you want to do. hum aapko khush dekhna chahte hain… hum… hum… i will manage, dekhiye… assam is beautiful, dekhiye… nothing will happen. hum jaantey hain…” khushi’s voice was steady, but he could sense the fear, the worry underneath.

(no, arnav ji, you must do the work with mooga you want to do. i want to see you happy.. i… i… will manage, see… assam is beautiful, see… nothing will happen. i know…)

he felt something grow and fill his heart.

“khushi, tum kitni bahadur ho, you’re so courageous,” the grain in his voice grazed her skin. his eyes were twinkling. no they were glinting. with… khushi looked for the word she was seeking. pride? yes, with pride. really?

khushi giggled a little and threw herself into his arms. her chest dashed against his as his arms came up, strong and never unsure. he held her tight. she reached up, hungrily catching his lips with hers, she began kissing him. he needed to make love to her right now, he decided, and swung her up in his arms. she moaned and bit his cheek and put her slightly bruised lips on his again.

neither noticed it as it fell from her hand. a perfect tip of two tea leaves and a bud.




she sat on his lap and rocked slowly as he held her, his face against her hair. his hand stroked her bare skin, she settled closer against his chest, absentmindedly running her fingers through the springy hair that extended from somewhere below his collar bones, all the way down.

“hey!” asr stopped her playful fingers. she laughed lightly and nuzzled his neck.

“i mean it, i can get the work done without actually coming here… you know technology… khushi? stop it!” he was laughing now. the sound made her toes wriggle. she started to pull him down onto the bed.

“you’re mad!” he said, his voice inadvertently husky, even though he meant to be stern.

“hum bahadur!” khushi made a face, “samjhe aap!”

(i am brave… you understand!)

“okay, let’s see how brave!” he lunged at her.

she yelped and tried to run away. he caught her without effort, lay down on the bed and pulled her over him. as she sat there on his stomach straddling him, legs on either side, he watched her body gleaming against the shadows. the light from the lamp in the corner was warm, it played over her, illuminating a hollow here, a curve there, streaking off a strand of flyaway hair. her left breast was a lighter shade of gold, his eyes traveled down along the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, down her long supple thigh. he lifted a hand languidly and touched her knee. a thought came through the darkness. innate… intrinsic… gold.

he took a deep breath, then smiled up at her and said in his crisp, no nonsense way, “i love you, khushi…”

she had no time to react as she felt herself lose balance, topple, and the next moment, his face was looming over hers, his chest was pressed against her diaphragm, her navel, he was holding her arms down on either side, his hands gripped hers.

for some reason her eyes went to the scar on his left eyelid. bike accident, he’d told her tersely once when she had asked what caused it. for some reason, khushi longed to touch it just then.

she struggled trying to free her hands.

he grinned and whispered, “dammit!”

and she felt his mouth, warm and urgent, on her nipple. she writhed. her hands were still tightly gripped in his.




“people have gone crazy trying to make gold… it can’t be made… no amount of alchemy will do the trick… yet a tiny worm on a tree…” asr paused.

his mind wandered to bare skin a lighter shade of gold in the half light. he swallowed hard.

he’d been right, of course. love was indeed a dangerous thing. far more dangerous than he’d ever calculated though.

“asr? you there?” lavanya asked hesitantly.

“lavanya,” came the terse reply, “work on it, we need a name that gets the story!”

asr switched off the phone and turned to greet his host.

assam was back to normal this morning but the workshop was closed for bihu, the harvest festival. surojit gohain, the owner, had kindly offered to meet him here though since he was leaving the next day.

mr gohain was an elderly man with a head of silver grey hair, his skin was pale and fair, it was beginning to get that papery look of age, wrinkles were apparent near his eyes and the corner of his lips. he had small, refined features, his eyes seemed to belong to someone younger than his years. he wore a hand knitted, not very well fitting maroon sweater over his white shirt and khaki trousers; a light blue checked muffler was wrapped around his neck.

his attire was in complete contrast to his visitor’s sharply cut grey woolen jacket, trousers and matching waistcoat, which he wore with a charcoal grey shirt. the monochromatic palette was broken by an ochre tie, its single knot impeccably tied.

mr gohain said pleasantly, “i will try my best to get the fineness, mister raizada. we have not been asked to consider this before… but i am sure we can experiment…”

“thank you, mr gohain. that’s what i’d hoped to hear. i’ll be back in march. maybe you’ll have some success by then?” asr had a feeling that indeed would be the case.

they discussed a few things, then asr took another look at the premises. today the click-clack-click-clack from the looms was missing but the silkworms were busy as usual in the large boxes where they fed on som and sual leaves, that would soon turn into the cocoon and yield the rare yarn. the silkworms would die in the process. collateral damage.

asr wondered about the ethics of silk making, not for the first time. it was a cruel world, as it had always been, he thought with a tight smile.




khushi sat down next to rehana ghaznavi and said, “hum aapko dhanyavaad dena chahte hain, rehana ji. aapne hume kal ek mahatwapoorn baat sikhayi!”

(i want to thank you, rehana ji. yesterday you taught me something very important.)

“yesterday, my dear?” rehana was mystified, “but i didn’t teach you any golf yesterday… i had meant to but…”

“kya?!!” khushi almost shrieked as she cut in, “no no, rehana ji, much more important than that… about life… about you know… woh jo hum… arnav ji… aap… tazdiq ji…” she petered off not knowing exactly how to say what she wanted to.

(no no, rehana ji, much more important than that… about life… about you know… the thing that i… arnav ji… you… tazdiq ji…)

“what is golf if not life lessons, khushi,” rehana clasped khushi’s hand, “but tell me, what are you talking about…”

khushi struggled with her words as she gazed at salman’s mother sitting beside her in her perfectly creased white slacks and a rose pink chikkan top, her hair brushed back neatly, a light lipstick her only make up.  her beige pashmina shawl lay on the sofa, there was an unmitigated warmth in her eyes, her smile.

“nahin, bas, i was very scared yesterday… then i understood… how brave you are… how much you love tazdiq ji…” khushi blurted out.

“what? i didn’t understand… i am brave?” rehana looked puzzled.

“rehne dijiye, rehana ji, i can’t explain… bas, thank you!” khushi gave rehana a quick hug and opened the packet of jalebis she had brought along.

(let it be, rehana ji, i can’t explain… just thank you!)

“thank you, my dear, for being such a good friend to my boy, he is so far away from home… mmm… these are delicious…” rehana said enjoying her jalebi.

she took khushi for a walk around her garden. the flowers were in full bloom. roses in at least ten colours, elegant gerberas on long slender stems, sprightly multi-hued phlox along borders, dahlias, hollyhocks, orange nastertiums with their round leaves, calendula in tones of yellow, purple and golden pansies in little patches, sweetpeas pink and pretty on a trellis… winter was the time for flowers in assam.

khushi gasped and sighed and crouched to peer or touch or just grin at in delight. rehana led them to the back of the house where she had her kitchen garden.

“gajar, mooli, gobi, matar, sab kuch?” khushi almost yelled, staring in astonishment at the beds of vegetables.

(carrot, radish, cauliflower, everything?)

rehana tried to hide a smile.

“hmm hmm,” she replied, “also potato, tomato, coriander, spring onion, ginger, garlic, summer veggies during season, and yes, fruits! strawberry, plum, mulberry… you know setoot… mmm, pineapple, passion fruit… jack fruit…”

“bas bas, rehana ji, i am hungry already!” khushi said happily, looking around, thinking maybe when arnav ji came here again, he’d ask her to come along? her eyes widened at that and her lips went into their customary “o” formation.

she covered her mouth with a guilty palm and muttered to herself, “haw! what am i thinking! how can i leave everyone and go with him like that… hey devi maiyya, i am becoming very bad i think, raksha karna!”

(hey mother goddess, i am becoming very bad i think, protect me!)

“see you this evening at the bihu feast,” rehana said to khushi at the gate as she was about to leave.

“yes, rehana ji, i have never seen bihu! it’s okay if i wear a saree, na?” khushi asked.

rehana frowned suddenly and shook her head, “yes… but, khushi… oh how could i have forgotten to ask! i hope you liked the mekhela i helped arnav choose for you!”

khushi looked nonplussed, “kya?!!”





the sun had begun its descent. the river was calm, water shimmered and reflected the pinks, mauves, oranges of sunset. flocks of birds glided above, chattering, banking gracefully toward home.

he held her hand firmly, feeling the sand beneath his feet, the water splash and reach the rolled bottom of his trousers. he turned to look at her. she had a beatific smile on her face as she stared at the sky. her red and yellow dupatta floated about her in the breeze… her pompoms were dancing as usual, the gota was bright, even in this light.

he looked down and noticed that her churidar, which couldn’t be rolled for this walk along the shallow edge of the river, was completely wet till her knees. tiny fish swam around their legs, the sand where the dihing met its bank glistened like a long wavy endless ribbon.

he took another step and broke her reverie, she nodded her head as if in approval and pranced along. the half built bridge jutted out behind them reaching for the other side.

he kept walking.

she remembered suddenly and looked at him. he was in his waistcoat and shirt, the jacket and ochre tie had come off and were left in the jeep. laad governor, she said in her head, nowadays the words had started sounding too loving she noticed and frowned a little, but soon returned to the contemplation of the man who held her hand and strode… even in the river he was wearing his waistcoat buttoned down. then she saw the rolled trouser legs, below that a bit of shin, then ankles… the feet with straight toes, brown skin… wet.

she forgot what she wanted to say.

from somewhere in the distance a song floated up. you could hear drum beats. anticipation gathered in the dusk.




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i grew up in assam… images from those days stay in the mind, a sense of home. assam is beautiful, rich, it has a quality all its own. an intensity. an innocence. but there is sadness too and enough violence and blood. the struggle is often between these two reflections of a wild and beautiful land. guess where there is extreme beauty, there’s bound to be devastation as well. i am a tea drinker and assam tea is absolutely wonderful. the coolie’s life has always been difficult. i hope you enjoyed the chapter and its emotions. sorry, monday became thursday. thanks for reading, would love to know your thoughts.



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ncofl… never on a new year: chapter 10



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    April 14, 2016 at 12:34 pm


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      April 14, 2016 at 3:12 pm

      thanks, dawn. 🙂

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    April 14, 2016 at 8:34 pm

    Simply beautiful
    Very well written, it felt as if I’m there
    It sounds like a beautiful place
    Wow!!! No wonder you explained about Assam so nicely as you are from there
    Thanks for the update 🙂

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:16 pm

      thanks, kiran… i am not assamese but i did spend my early years there… in an idyllic little oil town. i learnt of the beauty there and the other thing… that anger. it is a lovely place and i had fun imagining the two of them there.

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    April 14, 2016 at 8:37 pm

    beautifully written. I love the way Arnav and khushi are in this ff. one thinks with brain first and heart later . whereas the other thinks with heart first and brain later.

    I have been to ooty but now I want to see assam after reading this.

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:14 pm

      thank you, jahnavi… if i made you want to visit assam, i am delighted… never thought of it while writing.

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    April 14, 2016 at 9:54 pm

    just love khushi and arnav

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:13 pm

      aww.. thanks, ranogill… great to see you.

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    Lalita Arya
    April 14, 2016 at 11:19 pm

    Hi Indi,
    Thanks for the lovely chapter on this ongoing story. You make Arnav & Khushi’s love and care for each other so ethereal. Your description of Assam makes me want to go visit again as I was fortunate only to have darshan of the Kamakhya cave. I am on vacation in Florida and went in search of Assam leaf tea, which I luckily found in a tiny Indian store. Your adding that film on Tea made me realize a little of what goes into the morning cuppa I enjoy – those sturdy, strong yet gentle fingers plucking away at the right leaves. Your combination of a well-liked serial and the places you take us is remarkable. thanks again, do keep writing. Waiting for Chap 10.

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:13 pm

      hi lalita, drinking assam tea in florida? nice. :). i have never been to kamakhya, maybe soem day… so you felt like visiting again? makes me happy. glad you are enjoying the story. chapter 10 most likely the last one. see you soon.

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    Archana popli
    April 14, 2016 at 11:36 pm

    You have shown the uneasiness ,when your mastering the fear and you overcome it because you want your significant other to be happy ,khushie knows that Arnav life blood is in design .abd she ready to hide her fear because she wants him to achieve his dreams but ASR has also realized that loving someone is a brave and courageous thing to do .love the understanding they reached ,and the trust ,and the magic of celebrating ,is so evident ,you could feel the anticipation in the aircraft,

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:11 pm

      thank you so much, archana… you felt the emotions and enjoyed, i am glad. tricky isn’t it, negotiating the day to day things? i had fun writing. see you soon.

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    April 14, 2016 at 11:46 pm

    I always enjoy reading your Arnav and Khushi. I really can relate the way you describe their strange love for each other.

    The way Khushi can find Arnav everywhere, in the coolie, or in some angry rebel, same way Arnav also finds Khushi everywhere. They love each other so much that their mind only encompass by their thoughts.
    I must admit that Arnav is a serious thinker. Or I can say he is very dedicated to his work. Otherwise how could he think of the fabric mooga to see Khushi’s velvety golden complexion what was luminescent in the shade of lamp light!
    I’m glad that Arnav agreed to leave Assam. I guess he also anticipated the danger. But Khushi wanted him to come to Assam again! Brave girl. I guess she got connected with the people of Assam.
    Thanks for sharing about the tea plantation and the heritage of Assam.

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:10 pm

      thank you, sohara. i see you liked all the things i enjoyed writing. asr is shatir and thinks deep… he has that creative thing in him, makes all sorts of connections. glad you liked the way khushi and asr sorted out the assam problem.

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    April 15, 2016 at 2:24 am

    it was too beautiful….

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:05 pm

      thanks, mayuri… great to see you.

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    April 15, 2016 at 10:53 am

    I can understand why Khushi backed off when Arnav was ready to give in. She didn’t want her fears to create walls around him. Love is supposed to give you wings… set you free… not tether you with chains. But may I say that I wish (for my sake) that she hadn’t reconsidered. I am having a heart attack here. May I also say that I loved how you started him thinking that she is being unreasonable in her love… but understood that it was her love for him making her unreasonable… takes one look at her face and caves in. No arguments… no qualifications… Just his acquiescence!

    And I loved how you showed her confusion… A hint of danger to him and she is lost… rudderless… the thoughts are ephemeral like autumn leaves. She can’t quite grasp one before it slips out of her hand… but everything comes back to him. Tea pluckers… coolies… Arnav. Tea leaves… tea… color of tea… Arnav’s eyes. Just like for him every road leads back to her. You have done such a fantastic job Indi, of displaying the depth of their connection without going overboard with avowals of love. Rather each declaration is no-nonsense, matter-of-factly, unromantic. Its as if the other knows it… should not need to be told. Did that make sense?

    Considering that you took no step forward in this chapter Indi, can you explain to me why I loved it.

    Oh and I also have to say… when she was walking in a daze in the tea garden, I was scared she might be the one to get kidnapped. Phew… that might be the reason that I loved the chapter. You might not have moved forward per se, but at least nothing bad happened either.

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:04 pm

      hi saman,

      i really wanted to see how someone like khushi would deal with the fear that goes ballistic because you love the way you do, a protective mad all encompassing fear that blots things out. doesn’t let you think… be realistic, nothing. so this chapter i went on that trip with her… and with him too. where do you go when someone is saying something that feels patently unreasonable and that someone happens to be someone you can’t live without. what would they find as they went through their thoughts i wanted to know… i think both had that epiphanyish… clear bright moment that said they had to do something because they gave a damn.

      maybe you enjoyed the chapter because you felt the ride of emotions even if nothing much “happened” in the story? that perhaps was the step forward.

      hahaha you like the crisp matter of fact declarations? i can’t imagine asr saying it any other way… unless he is in a very difficult place, vulnerable… not quite himself.

      so glad you loved that khushi confused and upset bit… you know how the mind keeps taking you back to the person that matters… almost obsessive this drill. i enjoyed writing it.

      see you soon. i think story ends next chapter.

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        April 16, 2016 at 11:06 am

        You accomplished what you set out to do Indi… and so much more. The desperation of love is what I have found in this story of yours. This desperation is what I fell in love with. The real Saansain Ruk Jaayain Gi feeling.

        And I said, nothing ‘bad’ happened… Have you decided to take mercy on me Indi? If the next chapter is last, does that mean… nothing bad will happen? Phew that is one load off my mind! But now another worry takes its place. Please tell me you have a new story idea in mind. Are you laughing at me? Not nice! You better start developing a new story Indi!

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          April 16, 2016 at 12:19 pm

          eee, did i? thanks so much, saman… you know while writing is just something i must do, i rarely have any idea if it’s getting to say the things i want to… making contact. touching… maybe even staying on a bit, if that’s not asking for too much. thanks for saying there’s something that reaches.

          yes, you said nothing “bad” happened. this story came out of nowhere and made me want to suddenly write about them again. i really have no plan, no story, nothing as such… just traipsing through feelings, wanting to see what happens when they get to certain points.. pagal, right?

          and i said next chapter is the last, but it’s only after i write it that i’ll know. 🙂

          i am laughing at you. who said i am nice? if i can brave the whole family and friends’ circles’ glazed eyed looks and suppressed laughter, you can get a lopsided grin from me. in fact, the one i have in mind is in episode 369 during unwatchable sheetal tale, by the pool, soon after a list of saheli…no girlfriends’ names have been reeled off.

          • Saman
            April 17, 2016 at 1:59 am

            Oh, oh… is this the point where she asks about them going around in Rickshaws or eating Jalebis? This was such a cute scene. Thank you for bringing it to mind.

            I am in no rush for you to finish this story Indi… Especially since I dont know the status of your Idea kitty.

            What? Are you saying your family and friends are not completely in awe of your Genius. I tell you… Ghar ki Murghi….

            And fine… you can laugh at me… Ab pyaar kiya to darna kya?

            Love and regards,

          • indi
            April 17, 2016 at 12:01 pm

            exactly, ab pyaar kiya toh…

            rickshaws and jalebis next episode… here he has just reeled off a series of names of gfs.. aradhana akanksha stella included. :0 they ruined the story telling, these episodes often excruciating, but even in the middle of that… no wonder i am still madly writing fanfic hahhah.

            thanks for always being very very nice to this fanfic likhne wali.

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    April 15, 2016 at 11:09 am


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      April 15, 2016 at 2:05 pm

      thank you, shubhangi. ?

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    April 15, 2016 at 1:04 pm

    Wonderful. Your stories are always engrossing.

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      April 15, 2016 at 2:04 pm

      hi rati, thanks so much… glad you liked the chapter.

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    April 15, 2016 at 6:24 pm

    HI Indi,
    I don’t know anything about Assam. But I think it will be beautiful like you depicted in your stories. And it will be beautiful like you and your creations.

    Take care.


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      April 16, 2016 at 11:02 am

      anna, you are too sweet… thank you so much. glad you are liking the story. take care.

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    April 17, 2016 at 12:05 am

    Arnav and khushi in our Assam…..waoooo
    loved it….
    Bohut dhuniya lagise…….
    and Happy rongali Bihu

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      April 17, 2016 at 12:13 pm

      hi farhin, did you just speak in assamese? 🙂 i wish i understood. i used to as a kid. a very happy rongali bihu to you. i thought it was quite interesting that as i got ready to write about bhogali bihu, along came rongali. do you live in assam? i spent my childhood there. haven’t been back in many many years.

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    April 17, 2016 at 1:06 am

    I wish I could go to Assam…
    Khushi is brave.. Being in love and relationship with ASR is not easy.. and ASR is proud of her.. She’s scared but she can do anything for her Laad Governer happiness..
    Poor guy, can’t concentrate in his work. I really enjoyed it.. Beautiful as always, Loved it!!

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      April 17, 2016 at 12:02 pm

      hi sirenmitra, thank you so much. yes, this pyaar is not easy. hope you do get to go to assam some day and it is as lovely as i still remember it being.

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    April 17, 2016 at 2:54 pm

    yess….I live in Assam
    I m Assamese
    I like your story very much….
    its Beatiful

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      April 18, 2016 at 3:12 pm

      thank you. i am thrilled that an assamese person is reading the story. i have not been back in along time… bohut beautiful is our assam.

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    April 17, 2016 at 2:59 pm

    Its Beautiful

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    April 17, 2016 at 8:26 pm

    Khushi’s state of mind has been so muddled and upset lately. Her unsettling emotions were so potentially and clearly defined that I could not just feel her agony but also live it. It makes me feel that I would not be able to live if anything were to happen to Arnav. Kuch samjha what I mean??
    Arnav actually considered back and completing everything online. How much more could he love her and she decided to let him continue with his work only because it would make him happy. How much more could she fall for him. Ajeeb hain dono!!

    I never thought Khushi would fall short of words but then her not being able to tell Salman’s mom the reason behind being grateful simply shows how overwhelmed she feels.

    Their moments of love are so ethereal and unadulterated. They are as pure as the golden moon by the river. And I wish no danger in Assam can ever mar it.

    Waiting for the next part.
    Update soon. 🙂

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      April 18, 2016 at 3:07 pm

      hi shruti, enjoyed reading your thoughts… thanks for reading. danger… hmmm… lemme think. teehee… just kidding. so glad you liked the chapter. see you soon.

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        April 18, 2016 at 10:21 pm

        Oh no! I don’t like the way ypu said ‘lemme think’. I don’t like dangers and them together. I can go all Anjali with (virtual) Poojas and fasts. 😀
        Please aisa mat karo!!

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    April 21, 2016 at 8:03 pm

    Beautiful written…. lovely explanation awesome..
    you have a gift in writing , you should think about it…

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      April 23, 2016 at 1:29 am

      thank you so much, linsie. actually, these days, i do think about writing. quite a bit. let’s see what comes of it… thanks for saying what you do.

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    June 26, 2016 at 4:52 pm

    Superb update………

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      indrani robbins
      June 28, 2016 at 3:32 pm

      🙂 thank you.

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      indrani robbins
      June 28, 2016 at 3:32 pm

      glad you liked it. 🙂

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    July 8, 2016 at 11:53 pm

    Dear indi:) where are you? We miss you and your wonderful writing. Please update this story. It’s been way too long for another update. I miss Arnav and Khushi and their love and passion.

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      July 14, 2016 at 9:31 pm

      rabiabegum, i am so sorry to keep you waiting this long. wasn’t the plan at all. but went on this holidayand all writing stopped. i had thought i’d get the time and mind to update, but sadly, that is not what happened. promise to update soon. this will be the last chapter. will do an epilogue later. i am missing them too. thanks for writing.

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    October 15, 2018 at 2:06 am

    Indi di, You brought out the beauty as well as the pain of the land with brilliance..
    I love how you made both of them realize what made them to take the decision and understand the main point of the issue..Really, some away time and thinking clearly helps to solve anything..
    Khushi understood the threats standing in the way of everyone yet they continue to do living..And this man found an inspiration from her..The ever talking girl falling short of words and found an example..I have read about the poor state of tea pluckers..Not only there sadly It’s the same case in all estates mostly

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    October 16, 2018 at 11:22 am

    glad you had a good read. yes, there is sadness and wrong, and terrible stuff in this world, but there’s also immense goodness, beauty, and that unassailable thing, love.

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