Maa bacchon ki jaan hoti hai
Woh hote hai kismat wale jinki maa hoti hai...
Kitni sundar hai
Kitni sheetal hai
Nyaari -Nyaari hai
Ohh maa
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Yuvraj’s POV
“Anya taiyaar ho gayi kya?” I called out to her from outside the wardrobe.
(Anya, are you ready?)
“Andar aaiye na Raj.” She replied
(Come inside, Raj.)
“Kyu kya hua?” I asked softly while she replied, slightly irritated from my insistence, for the reason “Aaiye na yeh blouse ki dori baand ne mai madat chahiye.”
(Why what happened?) (Please come in. I need help tying the strings.)
I opened the walk-in closet’s door and walked in.
She was standing with her back turned towards me, her milky skin exposed to me.
I reached up to her in a few quick strides from the door and walked towards her as she was struggling to tie the lace.
I gently took both the strands from her and pulled her against my chest. She gasped softly, “Kya kar rahe hai, Yuvraj?” She asked, blushing slightly as I turned her around so that her front pressed against my chest.
(What are you doing, Yuvraj?)
“I am helping you, princess,” I said in my velvetly voice while teasing her with my touch on her back as my fingers lingered a moment even after tying the lace.
I leaned down, placing a small peck on her nose and then pulled back. “Ho gaya…”
(Done?)
She whined softly at the loss of warmth of my touch making me smile.
“Bataiye Raj kaisi lag rahi hu?” She asked softly.
(So Raj, how am I looking?)
My gaze landed on the perfectly plated red saree with heavy embroidery work, her hands still stained dark with mehendi, and the set of wedding bangles clinking against her wrists.
A bold statement gold necklace was adorned on her neck along with a mangtika and earrings on her ears and forehead.
Her hair was tied into a neat bun except for two strands falling beautifully on her face. Roses and Jasmines bordered her bun.
“Bahot khubsurat lag rahi ho… bilkul jaise chand khud zameen par utar aaya ho,” I said, still dazed by the beauty I closely observed.
(You are looking very pretty… as if the moon has stepped on the land.)
A light pinkish blush formed over her cheeks, making her look tenfold better.
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Author’s POV
Yuvraj and Aaranya walked down from the staircase to the main hall where the event was being held.
Yuvraj straightened her stark navy blue coloured coat and his other hand pulled Aaranya closer by her waist.
A quiet declaration clearly visible in his actions.
He didn’t looked the soft guy he was in front of Aaranya and neither held the warmth he had in front of his family.
He was cold and ruthless here in the crowd of people.
His father announced their marriage and with a toast to the couple they began the party.
Yuvraj and Aaranya sat on stage while the guests came, greeted them, and gave them gifts as a token of congratulations.
Meanwhile, in another corner Aaliya and Yudveer were holding hands.
“Yudhveer ji aap kal chale jaayenge wapis Harayana?” She asked softly with a pout.
(Yudhveer you will go back to Haryana tomorrow?)
He patted her cheek lovingly while his gaze held the softness no one ever saw.
“Haan ji Aaliya ji, jana toh padega.” He said while handing her a drink he had taken from a waiter nearby.
(Yes Aaliya I need to go.)
She took the drink from him, the pout still on her lips showing she was clearly not happy with this.
“Aap bhul na jaiyega hame.” She said while he looked at her softly “Aadat ban chuki hai aap aur aapki yeh billi aankhe hamari, ab aapko bhulna mumkin nahi hai.” He said holding a sheer dedication.
(Don’t forget me) (You and your cat eyes have became my habit now and its not possible to forget you.)
The pout on her face softened into a smile. “Aap bhi na…” She said clearly affected.
(You…)
Just then Yuvraj’s kaka sa called out Yudhveer “Beta bagal wale kamre mai jaakar who kalash le aana.”
(Son please bring that pot from the room in the corner.)
He nodded “Ji kaka abhi aaya.” He said while quickly getting into action and walking towards the room.
(Yes uncle ill just bring that.)
Aaliya followed him.
Inside the room there were two pots kept, one of brass and another one was made up of normal metal.
Yudhveer looked confused for a second. “Konsa wala mangwaya hai?” He muttered under his breathe.
(Which one did they ask for?)
Aaranya chirped “Brass wala hai. Le chalte hai.” She said while he objected “Nahi yeh steel wala mangwaya hoga.”
(It’s the brass one. Let’s take it.)(No, Its probably the steel one.)
“Arey steel ka saman puja mai nahi lagta.” She said not pleased with his objection.
(Steel is not used in temples.)
Before he could retort back she got up on the bed and threw the pillow on him.
“Accha ji ab mohtarma mujhe maaregi.” He challenged picking up the pillow and getting up on the bed.
(Ohh so now lady would hit me.)
She picked up another pillow from the bed and looked at him “Haan ji yeh billi aankhe wali srif aankhe hi nahi dikhati, maarti bhi hai” She said and then her voice dropped slightly as she added “Aur kaat ti bhi hai.”
(Yes this cat eyed lady doesn’t just shows eyes, she hits too.)(And bites)
He laughed striking the pillow gently against her waist.
She looked up at him with a glare as she hit him hard with the pillow on his chest. He mocked a wince and then laughed.
Minutes passed as they continued to fight with no real heat and then they heard a creak.
Before they could notice or process it the bed broke.
Yudhveer pulled Aaliya off the bed along with him as they looked at the bed. Now completely messed up, pillow torn and the bed broken.
“Hey bhagwan…” Aaliya muttered while laughing.
(Oh God…)
Yudhveer laughed along.
“Chalo dono kalash le jaate hai, aur jaldi chalte hai nahi toh pata nahi koi kya sochega.” He said and she nodded as they picked up both the utensils and walked out of the room.
(Let’s take both the pots, and leave fast or else who knows what everyone will think.)
Aryan walked into the room while Rudra followed him, their gaze fell on the bed and then they looked outside at Yudhveer and Aaliya’s retreating figure.
Their thought’s swirled to the actions that might have probably taken place in this room.
“Chii… yaha… yeh dono…” Rudra stumbled on his words while Aryan glanced at him
(Eww… here… these two…)
“Shh mat bol… chall kisi se bol kar yeh kamra theek karwa dete hai.” He said and they both left from the room completely distracted from the purpose they were there for.
(Shh don’t speak… let’s go and get this room fixed by someone.)
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Aaranya’s POV
Two days have passed since our reception and today Yuvraj sent someone to take our measurements for the dress we all will wear at his coronation ceremony.
I walked into the hall where maa sa, kaki sa and dadi sa were already sitting and talking.
Just then Rudra came downstairs and was leaving for his office when maa sa stopped him.
“Rudra betu kuch kha kar toh ja.” She said while quickly walking towards the dining table and plating a paratha in a plate.
(Son leave after eating something.)
“Maa jaake kuch kha lunga abhi nahi…” He tried to make excuses and walk out but Maa sa firmly made him sit on the couch and began feeding him bites after bites till the plate got finished.
(Mom ill eat something there not now.)
Looking at how motherly she was and how much she cared about her children a smile touched my lips but my heart felt empty.
My mother never did that.
She never even noticed me.
She considered me bad luck.
And she is the reason I was gone for years.
My heart ached at the thought… I am not jealous but just empty.
I never got to feel this love. The motherly warmth was absent from my heart.
Instead of going towards where they all were sitting I walked out of the door towards the garden.
I sat on a bench under a big shady tree, while finally tears slowly ran down my cheeks.
For years I have tried to ignore this ache, but how could someone forget a part of life she never got to live.
I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realised maa sa was sitting next to me.
As soon as my gaze fell on her I quickly wiped my tears and smiled “Kya hua maa ji aap yaha. Mere se kuch kaam tha?” I asked my voice still hoarse
(What happened mom you are here. Do I need to do something?)
She looked at me for another second making me confused.
“Kya hua baccha?” She asked softly.
(What happened sweetie?)
I shook my head not wanting to burden her with the heaviness “Kuch nahi maa sa.”
(Nothing mom)
“Beta kisi se bhi chupa sakti hai, apni maa se nahi.” She said softly while caressing my head lovingly.
(Sweetie you can hide it from anyone but not your mother.)
I melted under her touch but the word ‘maa’ hit me with more force than expected. “Maa…” I started my voice slightly hoarse with emotion.
(Mother)
“Pata hai aapko, bachpan mai Veer bhai sa se aksar puchi karti thi mai ki maa sa jaisa priyal aur baaki sabko pyaar kari hai waise mujhe kyu nahi. Us wakt kuch samjh nahi aata tha aur jaise dheere – dheere samjh aane laga toh meri yaadash chali gayi.” I spoke, my voive low and small as I wandered back to my childhood.
(You know, when I was a child I used to ask veer bhai sa a lot that why doesn’t mom loves me like she loves Priyal and others. That time I didn’t understood much but as slowly understanding started to dawn on me I lost my memories.)
“Kabhi maa ka pyaar mila nahi… aur aaj tak unki mamta khoj rahi hu.” A tear drop fell down my cheeks as I wiped it and covered it with a smile.
(I never got mothers love… and till date I am searching for its warmth.)
Maa sa looked at me with love “Baccha… bachpan ki kami toh puri nahi kar sakti par tum ho toh meri beti na toh pyaar bhi maa se badhkar karungi.” She said with love and took me in a warm hug as I cried and ranted about life to her.
(Kiddo… I cannot complete the emptiness of your childhood but you are my daughter so I would love you move than a mother can.)
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