BEYOND LOVE(COMPLETED)

Part-4

It was the sixth day night, the evening he met her, hold her, his body savoured her milky waist, his ears heard her shuttering, her voice quivering at his touch.

She is a haunter, a sharp one, haunting him,every night, overpowering his raat ki neend, din ka chein. And still playing hide and seek with a powerful him.

He shut his eyes tight, hand under his head, inviting sleep to took over him, lying on his bed.

Only this way they could be together, she caressing his hairs, he tucking her traces, locking them behind her sensitive ears.

"Why did you came so late? I was waiting for you"- He whispered, looking in to her eyes.

She remained silent. Her open silky hair make her amazing, picture perfect.

"I will find you soon, and hide you for me away from others, I will find your name and change your surname, wait for me my dream girl"- He promised her.

She remained stilt, may be his words created havoc inside her.

But she is a piece of his imagination, a figment of his dream. 

"I will take you to the garden, make it our park, hug you in the rain, kiss you in the dark"- He continued.

The chirping birds and eye burning early morning sun rays only disturbed the lover boy, from his dream romance.

"Arnav Singh Raizada is not picking his phone, is there some serious deal going on, he is in meeting right, give him my message to call back home"- Anjali had complains, as soon as the charming voice from reception welcomed, receiving her phone.

The newly established branch of AR, few days ago.

"What will I pass him exactly?"- The receptionist took details.

"Anjali!"- the sister was angry. The house sucks her, eats her when alone.

Shyamji went out to meet his friend, for some evidence he need for his case, to be finalized next month.

She is struck here with her husband and her brother. And both of them are dhokhebaaz, they left her alone in Sheesh Mahal.

How boring it is to pass time spending with walls and pillars, with TV and every known corner of the house filled with memories.

If only Shyamji and Chhotey were with her, they could have cherished it, with her giggling noise, chhotey smirking at the mischief he did back then, Shyamji admiring their bond, praising her of her kind heart. But no, nothing is going according to her plan.

The whole trip is infertile.

"ASR is not in office"- Came the reply, bring back Anjali from her short trip to imagination land.

"Ooh, But ask him to call home as soon as he returns"- Anjali kept the mobile, dialing Aman.

"No response"- The same boring voice, from call centre.

"We are going back,Delhi"- Anjali was packing bags when her husband returned home.

"Oohk"- what can a poor husband do in front of his wife except for shaking head.

It was for lunch break when Arnav Singh Raizada returned home.

The climate in Sheesh Mahal was peacefully hot.

A glaring elder sister and a sulking brother-in-law, welcomed him.

"I was just asking her to wait for you but you know that she is your sister, stubborn"- Shyam
jiju filled his ear.

"Di…"- He sounded upset.

Long seven days search of finding a dream and more of making his sister angry!!"- He was trapped,trapped in a web of love.

"We will, this afternoon"- He agreed.

Tomorrow morning she will be in Delhi, in Shantivan excited Anjali.

Finally Mami and her painted face with tainted English, Mandir with Nani, Aarti, prasad, Mainly Laxmi and Hariprakash, she missed them both a lot.

It was another hectic day for Khushi Kumari Gupta.

She had visited her Devi maiyya, eating her brain out, complaining, thanking, smiling, but surely attracting attention, of the other devotee.

"Devi maiyya, give me super power to make all sweets at one go!!"- She remembered those aroma of boiling jiggery, sugar syrup, besan ke laddoo, kaju katli.

"Devi maiyya, give a handsome husband to my beautiful jiji"- Another wish.

"Our business should reach sky, I want my Babuji to earn more money So that he could marry his sister, my Buaji off to Nandkishore"- Her third wish.

"I will visit you next week, till then bye, take care!"-
A few wished for the mad girl to get cured soon.

Khushi had rolled eyes at such pity. She is crazy, not mad. And to mention specially, she is happy being crazy.

People are mad that they avoid talking to Devi maiyya in temple, why do people come temple??
To gobble on the sweet prasad from Panditji!!

Payal, the silent spectator to all the happening, Chuckled muttering a 'pagal!!'.

     "What we will give Mohan and Hariprakash??"- Anjali, the kindhearted lady thought of their driver and house help.

Four of them are returning Delhi, afternoon was late. It will be evening soon.

Workers are also family.

"I will order something for them Di"-Her protective brother took risk.

"Give rest to your brain"- Shyam suggested. His wife always takes tension," Saale shab will take care".

"Achchha baba, how about sweets, Shahi tukda, Makkhan malai, revdi, please Chhotey"- Di listed.

"Aman, get those soon"- The scapegoat manager was always ready to be cut by his boss.

Returning to his dearest Di, rising a brow," Shall I order fresh grasses for Laxmi too!!"…

"No, bring a kulfi for me"- Anjali gave one innocent smile.

He agreed. He can never deny his sister for anything.

Arnav stepped out of the car, in search of kulfi.

Walking a few metre distance, he discovered the unexpected.

His templewali dream girl was having kulfi,two at a time in both hands.

A group of children surrounding her, with two cricket bats and a ball!! All their hands dirty with the sticky cream.

His face light up!! You are great Di, answer of his every prayer.