FF:KMH2-Mohabat restart;) TH3 Pt 66 Pg70 (10/03) - Page 5

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Hi..Just came across this FF and read the entire thing in one go..It's so darn good and is really really interesting..One has to really think hard to guess the culprit but with every update your suspects increase but that's the charm of your story..and the best part it has so many layers and just how beautifully you describe the love and understanding of the main leads which is so pure and compassionate,much much better than the mills and boons ones which I have fantasized all my life is..it truly keeps us with the tittle of KITANI MOHABBAT HAI..Too Good
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By the way I actually had a doubt..Does this mean that even Rudra is unaware of Natasha's true identity or is he also a part of the master plan?
Looking forward to read many many more updates..And Once again a really nice storyline which is being executed and handled very well..Good Job..Cheers!
Lotta Love
Ananya

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have a nice journey :)
we will wait for you dear

Part 57

Rajveer looked at his watch again. She should have been here by now. When he said he wanted to celebrate holi with her, he meant both, the holi pooja and the colours wali holi. Did she misunderstand him and plan to turn up tomorrow morning? He had mentioned both the occasions, hadnt he? Or had he forgotten??? Rajveer realised that he had developed a tendency of revelling in the sweetness of Rashis voice and forget the actual words that were spoken in between them. No... Rashi was not an idiot like him! She will come, he was sure of that. If one thing he had know about this Singhania brother and sister was that, no matter what... they kept their word!

He strode around in his navy blue and white pajama-kurta... from left to right of the living room, checking his watch every few seconds, his heartbeat racing at every moment he heard a movement near the entrance doors. He felt like a teenage boy, in love for the first time and anxious to see the woman who held his attention. Nearly everyone had ignored him thinking that he had one of his 'mood' things happening, in which he snapped at anyone within the vicinity. But Arohi had a fair idea what had caused her favourite chachu to behave in this fashion, yet Rajveer was too nervous to even notice Arohis scrutinising gaze ,check on him time and again.

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Bright golden yellow flames were erupting from the holi pyre, but they were not as nearly hot as the heat emanating from the two pairs of eyes that were lost in each other. The entire Ahluwalias and their guests moved around in circles, offering the gift of the grains and coconuts to the holy flames that were erupting. But three pairs of eyes were trained on the two individuals that could not take their eyes off each other! They were so immersed in the glory of their love, that they failed to acknowledge the surroundings. This was Raj's first holi with his family, but yet his duty kept him away from enjoying with his loved ones. Wearing a bright white kurta and pajama, he looked every bit as handsome as his father. However, he was oblivious to the attention of his spectators because he was busy watching the love birds.

Dadi nudged DJ with her hand, who stopped talking to the woman standing next to her and turned towards her friend. Dadi gestured across the flames and DJ looked on, mesmerised. First in surprise and then in adoration, her eyes refused to leave Arjun-Arohi. They both were moving next to each other but their eyes and their attention was completely arrested by their spouse. Dressed in bottle green pathani Arjun looked as adorable, as Arohi looked mesmerising in her yellow kurti and white patiala. Seeing them both devour each other shamelessly, even Dadi and DJ blushed, looking away to give them privacy.

Dadi was startled when she felt a tug on her dupatta. Looking down she noticed Raj's miserable look on his cute pouted face. Leaning down, she jumped her eyebrows, questioning her great grandson.

"Dadi... ab mein khelne jaa sakta hoon? Mom dad toh sirf ek doosre ko ghoorte jaa rahe hai. Naa kuch keh rahe hain naa kuch karrahe hain!"

Dadi slapped her palm on her forehead. "Khotiya... Maine tujhe Rashi aur Rajveer ki jasoosi karne ko kaha tha... tere mom dad ki nai!"

"Kya! Aap hi ne kaha tha ki unn love birds ko red-handed pakadna hai?! Aur mom dad hi hain jo kabse love birds ki tarah aapas mein chipke huey hai! Mom no 2 aur Rajveer chachu toh ek doosre ki taraf dekh bhi nahi rahe!!!"

Dadi looked at her grand daughter and at the man, whom she was trying hard not to look at. The struggle and dilemma that they both were going through, in not to make their affection obvious, was clearly seen by Dadi, but Raj's innocent 6 year old mind would not acknowledge it. Smiling, she turned towards Raj and removed his miniature binoculars from his neck.

"Jaa puttar... tu khel. Baaki ka mein aur DJ dekh lenge."

Raj instantly smiled and ran to join the children of his age, that were playing in the garden. Dadi looked on fondly at him and turned to DJ.

"Aaj mein bohat khush hoon. Aaj bohat saalon ke baad aise lagraha hai ki shayad mere parivar mein sab kuch thik ho jaayega. Aur meri soch bilkul thik thi... Jaise tu aur mein ek doosre ki taaqat hai, thik ussi tarah, aaj hamare pota-poti bhi ek doosre ki taaqat, ek doosre ka sahara hain. Aur isse badi khushi ki baat mere liye aur kya hosakti hai?!!"

DJ smiled and led her friend to a nearby bench to sit down. "Mein samajh sakti hu tu kya keh rahi hai. Lekin Teji, iss baar baat itni aasaan nahi hai. Arjun aur Arohi ko leke waise bhi hamare parivaron mein tensions chal rahi hai. Rashi aur Rajveer, khud, ek bure rishte se gujar chuke hain. Aur issme agar humne inn dono ki shaadi karaa di toh... "

"Toh kya??!!" Teji Singhania, widened her eyes challenging her best friend for a face off. "Daljeet...  hamare bachhe pehle hi bohat burey din dekh chuke hair. Usske baavajood, unhe apna saccha pyaar mila hai, ye kya kam hai??!! Agar ye baat tu aur mein samajh sakte hai, toh duniya ka koi bhi naujavan samajh sakta hai. Rashi apne hisse ki taqleef bhugat chuki hai... ab sirf usske hasne ke din aaye hain. Aur agar ye hasi usske hothon pe Rajveer Singh Ahluwalia laa sakta hai... toh mujhe manjoor hai! Mujhe aur kisi ki parvaah nahi."

"Tujhe iss baat ki bhi parvaah nahi ki shayad iss ghar mein Rashi ko ek bahu ka samman nahi diya jaayega kyuki voh ek Singhania hain??"

Dadi smiled and shook her head. "Nahi... Kya mere hote huey tujhe kabhi Arohi ki chinta rahi hai???"

DJ could not help but smile back. Even her husband didn't understand her as well as her childhood best friend. Well... thats what friends are for they say! She shook her head in negation.

"Toh fir tere hote huey mujhe Rashi ki chinta kaise ho sakti hai???!!!"

Both the friends held each others hands in a tight grip. Just like Arjun and Arohis hearts had gripped each others... and so had Rashi and Rajveers. Holi is a festival of victory of good over evil... of faith over doubt... of love over hate! And the coming together of the members of these arch rival families, had served the true purpose of this festival.

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"IDEA!!!"

Arjun was startled as Arohis voiced boomed unusually close to his ear. He opened his eyes wide and turned his head towards his wife. Seeing the child-like excitement on her face made him forget his annoyance over the disturbance that she had caused. Plus, if she came to know that he had slept off on the bed, in blissful silence, with his wife in his arms, when he was supposed to find a solution to the problem at hand, then he would get a earful. So he decided to act along.

"Kaunsa idea?" But Arohi shot up from her sleeping position on her bed and sat up, tapping her forefinger on her chin, deep in thought. Arjun followed, sitting behind her, waiting for her to speak. Arohi turned around abruptly, jumping on the bed in her sitting position, and Arjun leaned back, startled.

"Picnic! Hum ek picnic arrange karte hai... Raj ke birthday ke liye. Aur ussme Gauri ko invite karenge. Phir waha se Karan can get her picked up." Arjun stared at Arohi as she revealed her plan, visualising it getting executed.

"Hum??? Gauri ko picnic pe invite karenge? Kyu??? WHY... would we do that??? Sab yahi sochenge..."

"Uffo... Hum usse invite karenge kyuki... kyuki... voh hamare parivar ka hissa banne waali hai& . so we can invite her."

Arjun stared again, at Arohis smug face. The explanation that she gave, clearly not impressing him.

"Aarohi... tum shayad ek important baat bhool rahi ho. Gauri hamare parivaar ka hissa Mikhail ki vajah se bann rahi hai... aur hum Mikhail ko nahi, lekin Gauri ko invite karenge??!! How does that even make sense???"

Arohi glared at her husbands expressions, of course she knew this tiny little fact! "Arjun... Hum unn dono ko invite karenge! Mikhail toy picnic pe aayega nahi... toh hum Gauri ko le jaayenge!"

"Pagal hogayi ho kya???!!!" Arohi jumped a little as Arjun shouted astonished. "Agar galti se bhi Mikhail ne aane ke liye haan kar di... aur usse shak hogaya toh... pata hai kya hoga!"

"That is where you come in... husband dearest! In case, Mikhail agrees to come or mentions so& . YOU have to make sure that he can't make it!"

"What!!! And how do i do that???"

Arohi shrugged her shoulders, making Arjun frown more. "How do i know that! Im sure you'll figure it out." Arohi gave her husband a smile, pinched his cheek and crawled off the bed towards the washroom, leaving a dumbstruck Arjun behind, looking as lost as a Alice in Wonderland!!!

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Rashi pulled her hand with a tug and turned away. Her heart was beating a mile per minute. She had never felt the adrenaline rush of this magnitude in her life before. This was not the first time that Rajveer had held her hand... but it was the first time that he had tried this in front of their families!!! Thank god everyone was looking elsewhere... but that was not the point, they still were around! And his grip had been firm, almost possessive... not skeptical or unsure... that scared her all the more!

"Rashi puttar... meri gal sunn. Mujhe ek aur jagah jaana hai, holi ki puja ke liye. Toh mein wahan jaake aaniya... tab tak tu idhar hi ruk, Raj ke saath. Mein aate waqt tujhe pick up kar lungi. Thik hai?"

Before Rashi could nod her head or suggest taking a cab, a deep voice cut in.

"If its ok, mein inn dono ko ghar chod dunga."

Rashi and Dadi, both looked at Rajveer, as he offered to help with an impassive face.

"Sach puttar??? Kitna sona munda hai tu... Mujhe aate aate der hojaayegi, aur Raj ke sone ka time ho jaayega. Agar tu inn dono ko drop kar dega toh... "

"Koi baat nahi aunty. Mere liye jaisi Biji, waisi aap. Fikar mat kijiye, mein inhe drop kar dunga."

"Bohat bohat shukriya puttar. Waise mein Arjun ko keh deti... lekin pata nahi voh khottaah kidhar gayab hogaya hai!"

Rajveer smiled a bit at Dadis endearing abuse for Arjun, and Rashi caught it. Despite of accepting her brother as a part of his family, it still gave Rajveer cheap thrills when someone abused his arch enemy! Dadi and DJ walked away, leaving Rashi and Rajveer lost in each other and Raj looking on.

"Chalein...?" The deep voice brought Rashi out of her dreamworld which was embedded in Rajveers smiling eyes.

"Kahaan?" Rajveer smiled wider as he saw Rashi become confused and affected.

"Tumhare ghar! Suna nahi tumhari dadi ne kya kaha&  Aajkal tum kaha khoyi rehti ho???"

Rashi glowered in mock anger at him before Raj pulled her hand, and made her bend down to his level so that he can whisper in her ears.

"Rashi mom... agar aap dono firse staring game khelne waale hain, toh kya mein bahar jaake khelu? Jab aap mese koi ek haar jaayega, toh mujhe bula lena. "

Rajveers eyebrows jumped up in surprise and Rashi blushed at her sons observation.

"Raj... aap ek kaam kijiye... aap jaake kheliye, tab tak mein aur aapki Rashi mom dinner kar lenge... ok???"

Raj smiled and nodded instantly and shot out towards the garden to join his new friends. Rashi opened her mouth to protest that she had already had dinner but Rajveer just walked past her. Flustered at his reaction, Rashi followed him, trying to keep with his brisk walk inside the house.

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"Tumse jitna kaha jaaye tum sirf utna karo!" Jignesh flinched at the tone in his voice.

"Mind your language Mikhail! Mein tumhara voh... Arjun nahi hoon... ke tum kaise bhi baat karoge aur mein chupp... chaap... sunn lung...samjhey!"

Mikhail closed his eyes in frustration. He had not meant to snap at his friend, but it had started to get to him that people tried to teach him things like he was stupid, and didn't take him seriously. After this deal went through, every single person in his family, in this business and even the underworld WILL take him seriously. He just had to keep the patience and keep people whom he needed, very close... like Jignesh!

"Mere kerne ka voh matlab nahi tha Jignesh... lekin trust me, now is not the right time! Even i want you and Rashi to come back together lekin... filhaal she's not in the right frame of mind. Voh Arjun se kaafi influenced hai, aur usski aur Arohi ki bohat achhi dosti bhi ho chuki hai. Issliye..."

"...usski aur Lovedeep ki bhi bohat achhi dosti hai!"

"WHAT?!"

"I knew it tumhe ye baat pata nahi hogi! Itna hi nahi... voh aur Rajveer bhi kaafi time milte hain. Lekin tum apne iss plan mein itne andhe hogaye ho ki tumhe aur kuch nahi dikhai de raha! Aaj bhi voh log saath mein hain, holi ki puja ke naam pe... I swear Mikhail, agar uss ACP ne mujhse meri wife chinn ne ki koshish bhi ki naa... toh mein... "

"Bevkoof mat bano! She might be meeting him for the chandelier accident in our house. Warna Rashi? aur Rajveer??? Not possible! Aur agar aisa kuch hai bhi, toh dad will never accept it! Rashi kitni bhi strong aur independent kyu na hojaaye, she will never go against dad's wishes. Tum relax karo."

"Whatever! I will not wait till the time comes for her to choose... Sab log kal vaha holi khelne jaarahe hain. Mein apne language mein use ACP ko samjhaane jaa raha hoon. Tum bhi saath chalo aur apni aankhon se dekh lo!"

The sharp click of the phone made Mikhail jerk. He could not believe the conversation he had just had! He had seen the recent confident streak in Rashi but it was beyond his imagination that she and Rajveer would be romantically involved. She was his sister and he would never allow her to join the enemy camp. He didn't have to do anything anyway... as long as Dad and Jignesh were there, they would do the needful. He mentally cursed himself for allowing Jignesh to wallow in self pity and divert the topic from Gauri to Rashi. He had to start executing his plan real soon, and he will not be able to afford such diversios anymore. Tomorrow will definitely tell him what exactly was happening, and then he would just inform dad so that Jignesh does not involve him anymore in anything that would unnecessarily sap, his time and energy.

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Rashi looked in awe at the semi dark room that she had entered. The soft click of the door alerted her of the presence of the person, who had led her here. But she did not turn around. She stood still... hearing every sound of every movement that he made. He had intentionally brought her here, but now that he had her alone, she could literally feel the hesitance, in every step he took closer. Rashi looked straight ahead, grabbing the ends of her dupatta in her hands, waiting for him to speak... or make a move.

Rajveer just stared at the precious porcelain figure in front of him. When he had first seen... no... first 'observed' Rashi, he had felt that she can pass off as a doll. With her creamy clear skin, her lean toned figure and her sweet innocent features she looked like a piece of gods own creation. Too delicate to handle... but she was much stronger from inside, and she had proved that to him. However, when he had walked off, expecting her to follow... and she had... he again saw her as the same 'handle with care' doll, that he had envisioned. He just hoped that he would not do anything to bring, even a scratch on her beautiful loving heart.

Rashi could feel Rajveer stop a few steps behind her. He was breathing deeply, as if trying to think of something to talk. For a change today, she decided to start the conversation.

"Yeh... tumhara kamra hai na???" Her voice was not more than a soft whisper.

"Hmmm... " Rajveer could not trust himself to talk. Did he make a mistake? Shouldn't he not have brought her here? What if she doubts his intentions??? Rajveer realised that had not thought this through.

"Bohat... cold hai!"

"Cold??? Matlab?" Completely forgetting his dilemma, Rajveer frowned at her comment.

Rashi turned around smiling. "Matlab isski theme dekho... black and grey, no colours. The furniture is squarish... with sharp edges. The items are minimal... as if its a guest room. Everything is spotless and clean... as if noone lives here."

"Ok fine! Isska matlab ye nahi ki its cold... " Rashi could see Rajveers annoyance, but she still continued, now intending to tease him.

"Of course its cold! Jaha ek insaan rehta hai use ghar mein... use kamre mein... theres a certain kind of warmth. Lekin iss kamre mein, its missing."

"Iss kamre mein YE insaan rehta hai... aur usse ye jaisa hai, waise pasand hai!"

"Hmm... lekin ek normal insaan, yaha reh nahi paayega."

"Tumhara matlab hain mein normal nahi hoon???" Rajveer was clearly annoyed now. He had got to talk to her after the entire function was over and all she could think of was point out faults in his room... and then him!

"Nai mera matlab hain, mere jaise kisi ko yeh kamra achha nahi lagega... " Rashi tried to control her smile watching Rajveers frown deepen.

"Fine... jab tum yahan aajaaogi, tab isse change kar dena... "

Rashi froze. She could make out Rajveers annoyance too fly out of the window, as he realised the words that he had uttered. The only sound that could be heard now was of their loudly beating hearts. Her gaze dropped and so did her head but Rajveer gathered his strength and stepped closer.

"Rashi... voh... mein... "

"Ok."

Rajveer blinked and stared at her. "Excuse me?"

"Ok... Mein iss kamre ko badal dungi jab... jab mein... yaha aaungi." Rashi lifted her head and smiled at Rajveer, who was grinning in relief. He stepped forward and took her lightly in his arms. When he drew back, Rashi hugged him again and shut her eyes. Rajveer held her with one hand and kept the other on her head, drawing her face deeper in the crevice of his neck. He truly wanted her to bring the same colour and warmth in his room... that she had brought in his life.

"Anything you want sweetheart... anything you want!"

Thank you for keeping the patience guys! and apologies to all whose work ive not been able to read and comment on... will do as soon as i return on the 15th... i love u all MUAHH 🤗