Yaad piya ki . . .

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"Chudi jo khanke, haathon me
Yaad piya ki aane lagi,
bhigi bhigi raato mei."

(Bangles chimed, on the hands
Started missing beloved
Oh, in wet nights...)

Ishita hummed the song along, lathering the soap foam on her body.

In all the chaos of "saadhi", court hearing; she missed the me time.

True she always wanted kids and she loves Ruhi. But she never realised you had give so much to kids, to family.

Finally as they got Ruhi's custody and the choas was dying.

She realised she had so much to catch on herself.

Pampering her body, talking to herself in mirror, laughing, dancing, watching random cat and dog videos.

Just like she used to before marriage.

And finally, with a small guilt trip Raman took the whole family for dinner and she had the whole house for herself.

She giggled as the water from shower head tickled her neck.

"Thandi thandi pawan chali,
Tan mai hai aag lage."

(Chilled breeze started blowing
Body and mind are on fire)

Her hips were shaking with the music from her mobile, her fingers roaming on her stomach.

With the music her fingers were slipping down.

"Tere pyar ki chingari-"
(Your love's spark-)

The music was cut strartling her as the ringtone echoed on the bathroom. Hurriedly, washing her hand, she first wiped on the nearby towel and placed the call in speaker.

"Kaha ho tum?" She rolled her eyes at his loud voice.
(Where are you?)

"Aap thik toh ho? Haaf kyu rahe ho?" She questioned instead, washing her hairs.
(Are you alright? Why is your breathing  laboured?)

"Tumse matlab? Darwaza kholo jaldi." She frowned at the screen.
(None of your business. Open the door.)

"Darwaza? Aap log toh dinner pe gayethena? Abhi toh bas 1 hour hua hai, itni jaldi aagaye?" Taking a bathrobe, she slipped her arms.
(Door? But you guys went for dinner! It has been 1 hour only, how did uou return so fast?)

"Sawalo ki dukan." She huffed hearing his muttering "wallet reh gaya hai. Lena hai mujhe. Darwaza kholo."
(Question Bank. . . I forgot my wallet. I need it. Open the door.)

"Par aapke paas toh keys thi na?" She asked again tying the knot tight on her stomach.
(But had the keys no?)

"Madrasan dekh, khol na hao to khol warna-"
(Are you opening the door or not?)

"Khol rahi hu na." She pouted taking the mobile in her hand, she cut the call.
(Just a minute.)

She took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Making sure she is presentable, she moved toward the door.

True they shared some moments after their marriage, but they were not that close.

Yet.

"Maine band nahi kiya tha kya?" She asked herself seeing the bathroom door not closed properly.
(I didn't close it?)

"Maybe" she shrugged, hurrying toward the hall as she knew well about her husband's patience.

"Kitna time lagta hai, darwaza kholne mei." She kept mum as he entered inside. Moving toward the couch, he picked the wallet.
(This much time? Just to open a door?)

She waited for his smile as he moved closed to the door but he winked instead making her frown.

As she was about to close the door behind him when she heard his soft muttering.

"Tere pyar ki chingari,
Aag aag mein haaye mere jale."

(Your love's spark,
Burns in my every body part)

*****

Open for interpretation. 😉

And to all Neha kakar's fan. Sorry but nothing can beat the original. Period.

Regards
~Gia.

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