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Part 5
Buaji
stared at Arnav with saucer-like eyes and Arnav stood there frozen, expecting
Khushi to give a detailed account of everything he had done to her in the
kitchen.
They were
all saved by the opening music of the serial. “Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?” a
voice crooned.
“Arnavji,
the serial,” Khushi yelped, taking hold of his arm and tugging him to sit by
her on the sofa.
“The poor
bitwaa!” Buaji exclaimed. “Why are you punishing him like this?”
Khushi
looked at Buaji with astonished eyes. “Buaji, he wanted to see it. That is why
he is here,” she reassured her Buaji. She turned to look at Arnav. “You really
want to see it, don’t you? Please tell Buaji that I didn’t force you.”
“I—I would
like to see the serial, Buaji,” Arnav muttered.
“Does your
family know that you are here to see the serial with Khussi, bitwaa?” Buaji
asked.
“Yes,
Buaji, they know,” he smiled at her, understanding her perfectly.
“Is he in
the nursery to take his family’s permission to visit us, Buaji?” Khushi
frowned.
Buaji
ignored her. She just said, “Babua, if you need a kadha for headache after you
sit through it, let me know.”
“Yes,
Buaji,” Arnav smiled.
The opening
scene caught Khushi’s interest. She tugged at his arm and leaned forward.
“That’s the
hero, that’s the hero,” she whispered to him.
He looked
at the screen.
A handsome man in a blue shirt and a dark blue coat was sitting in his
office staring at the laptop. Suddenly there was a flashback of him staring at
the heroine, both of them covered in red colour.
“Arnavji,
that is the heroine. She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Khushi asked softly.
Arnav turned
his eyes from the screen to Khushi’s face. He said, “Yes, very.”
“Dekhiye,
dekhiye,” Khushi urged.
He looked
at the screen.
She was rubbing her eye and withdrew smartly when the hero stepped
forward to poke her in the eye. The girl took her pooja thali and walked away,
deaf to the hero’s plea.
The hero leaned back in his chair, looking like a pukka Devdas.
“He is
missing the heroine,” Khushi explained. “Woh kya he, he has no one to scream at
now that she has resigned.”
“I see,”
Arnav smiled.
“Dekhiye,”
Khushi urged.
The heroine pushed open the glass doors of the office and paused at the
threshold.
Khushi drew
in a deep breath of enjoyment. “Tonight
something exciting will happen. We will get a real fight,” she clasped her
hands to her chest.
Arnav bit
back his smile and looked at the hero who looked as though someone had shot
him. Both the characters seemed to sense the other’s presence.
“They are
like that, Arnavji. When they are near, there is a gust of wind. It ruffles their
hair. That is how we know that they sense each other,” Khushi explained the
intricacies of suspending disbelief to him.
Arnav
coughed to hide his amusement.
“Arnavji,
does your hair fly in the wind when I come close to you?” she asked.
“Err..sorry,
no,” Arnav choked.
She frowned
in disappointment, only to perk up at the action on the screen.
The hero stood up and walked to a window in his office to spy on the
heroine walking in. The oblivious heroine marched to her seat and sat down.
Suddenly there was a flashback of her in the red saree and the hero
staring at her as though he had never seen a lady before.
“This is
the red sari scene I told you about,” Khushi jumped up and down in excitement.
“I see,” he
muttered. Had he looked so clueless when he had stared at Khushi in a red sari?
“This is
the rain scene I told you about,” Khushi informed him in a low whisper.
He looked
up to see the drenched couple look at each other, captivated, lost.
The heroine lifted her head to see the hero staring at her. She became still as a
statue in shock. Then she almost fell off her chair trying to stand up.
Rabba Ve played
in the background.
There was a conversation between the heroine and an office boy. The heroine told him that she had come for her belongings.
The hero summoned the heroine, “Come to my cabin. I want to talk to you.”
Khushi
leaned against Arnav’s arm to confide, “She won’t obey him. Do you know who she
is? Jhansi ki rani he woh.”
Arnav
smiled.
Khushi’s
belief in her heroine was justified.
She said to the office boy, “Please show me the storeroom.” Ignoring the fuming
man, she walked out of the room.
The camera focused on the furious face of the hero.
“See, I
told you. He is a machine of ghussa. That is all he knows to do. Listen to the
background music, Arnavji. It sounds like one from a horror movie, doesn’t it?
It suits him, Laad Governor kahin ka,” Khushi said. “Mothers across India must
be sending their children to bed by saying, beta so jaa. Nahi to Laad Governor
aa jayega.”
Arnav burst
out laughing.
“He is
walking,” Khushi said. "No, not walking, marching.”
Arnav
looked at the screen. The hero was following the heroine to the store room.
“O ooo o oooo,”
Khushi sang with the hero’s angry tune.
Suddenly
the picture of a bottle of Horlicks came on screen to be followed by three
other advertisements.
Khushi sighed,
“The serial is supposed to be for thirty minutes, lekin we get ten minutes of
Washing Powder Nirma and Horlicks, trailers of other serials, car ads etc.”
Arnav
nodded his head in sympathy.
The hero entered the store to find the heroine perched on a stool,
reaching for an idol.
“That’s her
Devi Maiyya,” Khushi told Arnav. “I have one too, just like this.”
He nodded.
They looked
at the screen.
“Tum apne aap ko samajhthi kya ho?” the hero asked, his eyes spitting
fury.
The heroine turned around to look at him, wobbling slightly on the stool.
Suddenly she fell to the side, the idol dropping from her hands.
The hero made a flying tackle to save the idol. He landed on the heroine
who had fallen on a sack of scrap.
They stared at each other.
“Rabba Ve,”
Khushi sang in excitement.
Arnav
looked at the screen and then at Khushi’s face and hid his laughter.
The camera
focused on the hero’s face.
“Look,
Arnavji. He is still ghooring at her in anger,” Khushi grimaced.
But Arnav,
being a man, could see the anger slowly leaving the hero’s eyes. In fact, he
looked like a balloon that had suddenly
lost the air filling it. From angry, his eyes turned lost, mesmerised by the
heroine’s face at close quarters.
“How can he
stare at her for so long without blinking?” Khushi wondered.
Arnav smiled.
The heroine turned her head to see if the hero had justified his
nomenclature as hero by saving the idol.
Yes, the idol was safe in his hand.
The hero blinked at the side view of the heroine’s face.
She turned her head to look at him, uncertain, unsure.
“Chalo Maiyya ke bhawan, bhawan, bhawan,” her cell phone sang.
The hero and heroine woke up from the dream they were caught in. The hero
got up and offered his hand to the heroine.
“She won’t
take it, she won’t take it,” Khushi chanted.
True
enough, she refused his help and got up.
“Now he
will get angry again,” Khushi predicted. “Will he burn the store room with his
third eye?” she wondered.
To Arnav’s
eyes, the hero looked more disappointed than angry.
The heroine answered the phone.
“Aap?” she said in surprise.
The hero looked very uncomfortable while she was speaking to some other man on the phone.
The hero looked very uncomfortable while she was speaking to some other man on the phone.
“This is
the other man, the snake in the grass,” Khushi informed Arnav. “Dekhiye, see
how the hero is getting angry at having to wait?”
The hero looked green with envy rather than red with anger.
As the
heroine concluded her conversation, it was time for more advertisements.
“Phir se
Complan, Horlicks!” Khushi sighed.
Arnav
chuckled.
“Arnavji,
do you think the hero likes the heroine?” Khushi asked.
“Yes,” he
replied simply.
“Then why
is he shouting at her? Pyaar se do baat kar lete to kya ho jaata? He could write
love poetry, a love letter. He could give her gifts. But all he does is shout
at her about her aukat. Is this the way a man shows his love to a girl?” Khushi
asked.
Arnav
laughed at himself. “Each man has his own way,” Arnav said softly. After all,
he was siting and watching a serial to woo his girl, wasn’t he?
“Don’t you know anything else but running away?” the monster screamed as the
heroine tried to scurry away. “Waise to tumhara muh kabhi band nahi rehta, ab
kyon tala laga hua he?” he asked.
“Lo phir se
shuru ho gaya,” Khushi sighed. “Sachi, Arnavji. If I were the girl, I would have
given him one blow, kaan ke neeche. That would have taken care of all his
anger.”
Arnav
laughed.
“I was trying to talk to you and you walked away without listening to me.
Mujhe aise badtameezi...” the hero was in his element.
The heroine walked away towards the door.
The furious hero rushed after her and slammed the door shut. The knob of
the door fell to the floor.
“Now they
are locked in. How will they get out?” Khushi worried.
Suddenly a
child started doing gymnastics on screen to show how some health drink was
helping her do somersaults.
Khushi
buried her head in her hands. Arnav laughed at her disappointment at the
advertisements.
“Jab mein tumse baat kar raha hoon to chup chaap khadi raho aur suno,” the
dictator dictated to the back of the heroine.
The heroine stood silent, but her phone rang.
The hero’s eyes showed that he was nearing the end of his patience. He
clenched his fists.
“Hello, Jiji,” the heroine spoke into the phone.
The hero grabbed the phone out of her hand and threw it on the floor to
break it.
“What does he
think the phone is, a coconut?” Khushi
grimaced. “He is so badtameez. If I were his mother, I would,” she paused,
grinding her teeth in helpless anger.
Arnav
smiled.
“I told you I want to talk to you. Let me finish,” the hero hissed.
The heroine began to cry. Her tears silenced the hero. He stood looking
at her, helpless.
“Ab kaho
whatever you have to say. She is silent. Ro rahi he bichaari. And she is your
captive audience. The door won’t open. You have made sure of that. Now start
your speech. Why are you silent? Ab kya hua? Cat got your tongue?” Khushi asked
the hero.
Arnav
chuckled.
“Why is he
staring at her like this?” Khushi frowned. “Hasn’t he seen tears before?”
Arnav
looked at Khushi’s animated face.
The hero gave up terrorising the heroine and moved away, trying to call
the office boy on his phone.
The heroine tried to push the door open.
“It won’t open,” the hero informed her. “Give up trying.”
The heroine ignored him and tried to push at the door.
“What an
idiot she is,” Khushi muttered. “Why is she pushing the door shut? She should
be pulling it open instead of pushing it.”
Arnav
laughed in agreement.
The hero and heroine exchanged sharp words.
“I want to get out of here and I will get out of here,” the heroine
informed the furious hero. She marched to a window protected by a grill and
pulled the panels open. She stood staring at the grill in consternation.
“Didn’t she
see the grill before opening the window?” Khushi asked. “Even I saw it.”
Arnav
smiled.
Wind blew the heroine’s light dupatta off her shoulder. It flew in the
air to fall on the hero, covering his face.
Khushi giggled.
“He looks like a mummy.”
Arnav
smiled.
“Arnavji,
all this happens only in serials,” Khushi said. “Aap ko pata he, last week my
dupatta was blown off my neck. I ran after it and finally found it lying on a
shrub. By the time I saved it from the thorns, it had eight tears in it. Buaji gave it to me
good and proper, her scoldings filled with Hai Re Nandkisore. And there was no
Rabba Ve in the background when my dupatta floated in the wind,” she
complained.
Arnav
guffawed.
“Haan, now
the heroine has remembered that she used to have a piece of cloth around her neck!” Khushi
discovered.
Arnav
looked at the screen.
The girl was looking
for her dupatta.
“There,
look at her huge eyes. She is scared of the mummy!” Khushi commented.
Arnav
smiled.
The hero pulled the thin, red cloth off his head. The heroine turned away
modestly.
Khushi
frowned.
The heroine covered her neck with her hand and looked back, hoping the
hero would solve her fashion accident and return her dupatta to her.
“What is
she fussing about?” Khushi asked. “Waise bhi she wears the dupatta coiled around
her neck like Lord Shiva wears the serpent. It does not cover anything of
value. Then why is she so shy now? What is so special about her neck that she
has to hide it?”
Arnav’s
eyes twinkled.
The hero walked up to the heroine holding the shawl out to her.
She stepped forward.
“You ullu!”
Khushi castigated the heroine. “How can he return the dupatta if you keep
running away?”
The hero approached her and handed over the dupatta. The heroine took it
and covered her neck once more.
“You are
fine now that your neck is covered? Very good,” Khushi shook her head at the
heroine’s twisted sense of modesty.
The wind blew one end of the dupatta to cover the hero’s chest.
Khushi
giggled. “They look like they are wearing one saree,” she laughed. Arnav
laughed with her.
The hero and heroine stared at each other.
Khushi
sang, “Rabba Ve....e...e...Rabba Ve...Rabba Ve...”
The screen
went dark.
“It is
over?” Khushi asked in disappointment.
“Looks like
it,” Arnav murmured.
Khushi
sighed. “Twenty minutes of the serial and ten minutes of advertisements.”
Arnav stood
up.
“You are
leaving?” Khushi asked in disappointment.
“I have
some work left to finish, Khushi,” he murmured regretfully.
“Did you
like the serial?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes,” he
replied. “But I enjoyed the company more.”
Khushi
thought about his statement for a moment. “You enjoyed watching it with me?”
she asked for the sake of clarity.
“Yes,” he admitted.
A big smile
bloomed on her face. “I too loved watching the serial with you. Woh kya he, I
normally don’t have anyone to talk to, to share my thoughts. Will you come
tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yes,” he
replied.
Her face
fell. “We won’t be able to watch it tomorrow,” she said regretfully.
“Why?” he
asked.
“A boy is
coming to see me at eight,” she sighed.
“See you? What for?” he asked frowning.
“To marry
me,” Khushi grumbled. “Is he mad? Otherwise why would his family bring a
proposal for me?”
Arnav stood
with his mouth open, seeing all his plans to woo Khushi slowly bite the dust.
I enjoyed the entire update of watching the serial until I got to the last part and like ASR my mind went blank too. What will he do now? How can speed up with the wooing part overnight, can't wait for your next update :-)
ReplyDeleteJhor ka jhatka jhoron se laga..haan laga..Poor ASR!
DeleteThat was a bomb at the end and our poor clueless heroine:) Poor ASR has to get his act together quickly!!!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for Friday to happen quickly
maiyya ke bhavan bhavan.. Khushi ko dekhne aaya ek ullu jo khaayega arnav se babaji ka thullu
ReplyDeletevery nice and looking forward to see what would arnav about khushi's marriage proposal from someone else.
ReplyDeleteThat was awesome. Feeling bad for ASR and his plan of wooing Khushi slowly biting to dust.
ReplyDeleteWaiting to see what happens on Friday.
I loved how mothers tuck their kids in at night with the threat of a Laad Goveror!!
ReplyDeleteBechare Arnav sat through a serial only to learn he may lose his lady love..
Sita
Mr. Smart Singh Raizada will for sure figure out something. There is no way he is going let his girl go.
ReplyDeleteFabulous update
ReplyDeleteLoved it
i so agree with khushi there
ReplyDeleteneck ko protect karne mein kyun lagi hai
girl you wear the duppatta on your neck
not really hiding anything
then why worry to cover it
oh teri here he came to woo his girl
and some ladka is coming to see his heer
haila this is bad news
awww i enjoyed this one
khushi and her comments
arnav being lost in khushi
and her comments on the serial
am sure you looked just as lost as the hero did when taadaofying her in red saree
serial kum or ads zyada
the ehll with that
what will he do about someone coming to see his girl
thats top priority
buaji thought khushi forced arnav to watch serial with her
he is ASR not some kid buaji
that khushi will force him
this was hilarious
but time for our hero to get his girl right
So what this hero do get her girl.. Marvellous story
ReplyDeleteSo shocked.I cant stop laughing.Through the story you exposed the mistakes made by directors.Very good.
ReplyDeletewow superb update loved it can't wait for next part thank you.....ameena671
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed Khushi's running commentary. Wow Arnav better move fast no telling if SD will accept the proposal. thanks for the update.
ReplyDeleteNice update...
ReplyDeleteKhushi doing commentary while watching IPKKND...
What the... proposal for Khushi...
Superb update,loved it very much
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to see what Arnav will do now
Poor guy
end was bomb.. a boy is coming to see khushi.. arnav's all plans to woo khushi goes haywire.. but kuch bhi ho Smita salute to you dear.. kaise likhti ho yaar.. matlab hass hass ke peth mein dard ho jata hai.. khushi is so sweet.. she is like every IPPKNDian out there.. going through same blabbering.. arnav is enjoying being with his khushi.. well aman was superb in last chapter.. loved the update it was super hilarious.. waiting to see arnav's next plan of action.. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL it was very funny reading Kushi's live commentary on the episode
ReplyDeleteKhushi's commentary was hilarious. I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteOh no! Arnav needs to speed up his wooing plan.
Khushi's live ranting (or commentary) was hilarious. Especially where she commented on the dupatta, tt reminded me of myself :P
ReplyDeleteI used to rant alot about Khushi's 'modesty'. Her dupatta hardly covered her chest, yet she used to act like she's exposed..lol!
Arnav needs to speed up. I wonder what his next step of action is.
Loved it! :)
hillarious update love khushi more..........
ReplyDeleteAwesome update Smitha!!! Aww remembered one of the good episodes, Khushi is so funny and what was that at the end? Please update soon!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBoth Arnav and Khushi watching serials.
ReplyDeleteIts fun how she told her thoughts regarding the scenes :-)
Oh no someone is coming to see khushi.
Arnav fell for her already, khushi has yet to realise her feelings.....
Awaiting next update
Love the irony in your story
ReplyDeleteloved the live commentary and specially about duppatta.. waiting for Arnav's reaction to the marriage news..
ReplyDeleteAaawwww superb commentary...I am sure that boy is not going to turn up after all
ReplyDeleteOowwww....
ReplyDeleteWhat an interpretation of ipk episodes!! Lolz!!!
Superb update...
ReplyDeleteNew ebook....Awesomeeeee....off to read it...
ReplyDeleteWrite a review of 2-3 lines & rate it if you like it, my dear!
DeleteRead it and have given my review !
ReplyDeleteGreat job Smita...but...lend me your ear for a secret....i love reading your Arnav-Khushi stories more than about other couples...
Do you have the story where the couple met when saving a puppy? You should develop that publish that too....
Read it and have given my review !
ReplyDeleteGreat job Smita...but...lend me your ear for a secret....i love reading your Arnav-Khushi stories more than about other couples...
Do you have the story where the couple met when saving a puppy? You should develop that publish that too....
I wrote it for a short story contest & it was published by the publishing house as part of an anthology. So I can't publish or post it again. It was titled A Midnight Encounter.
DeleteRead your review & saw the rating. Thanx a million, Meera.
Ha,..ha.. Yes, I love ArHi too.
Endwa me bombwa blast ho gaya....
ReplyDeleteI relived that beautiful episode from IPKKND...
ReplyDeleteKhushi's commentery was hilarious..
Especially about heroine's dupatta..
Arnav was able to read n understand hero's expressions n emotions...
Arre...
I wanna watch/read every epi with Arhi..
Well written,Smita !!!
Is it Raizada family coming without Arnav bitwa's knowledge??? :)
ReplyDelete'Taking Care of You' is such a delightful tale, Smi. Read it, rated it. I already am a firm believer in the potency of true, unconditional love and the fact of matches being made in heaven. This story strengthened my faith...kinda gave it a renewed energy. Juhi and Abhay are sooo made to erase the loneliness in each other's life. The way they 'take care' of each other, damn cute. :) Loved it. Chalo, start writing the next one. :P
ReplyDeleteOkay, now coming to the point, waiitttinnng for the 'mad boy' and his family to arrive. 4 days, Smi. Shouldn't they be over at Khushi's house already? Last 4 days have been insanely crazy and busy. I need a dose of Smita's Arshi to retain some level of sanity. :-D
God a boy is coming to see khushi........Arnav has to act soon.............
ReplyDeleteO lord a boy is coming some one is going to die love Khushi running commentary when the show was going on loving the OS awesome work as always .
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you, Dumas!
DeleteWhtaaaa commentary.....superb story
ReplyDeletegosh
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