“Why are we having the party at the hotel Nannav? NK asked as they got down from the car. “Why not at home?”
“What do I know?” ASR grumbled as he strode through the decorated hallway. “If I had my way, I wouldn’t ever hold a Diwali party.” He muttered under his breath.
“Oh look who’s here!” NK exclaimed.
ASR ignored him. He looked around for a drink. Maybe that would help him get through the evening. He was already bored.
“Doesn’t she look stunning?” NK said admiringly.
ASR couldn’t care less. Another Diwali. Another god-forsaken party. Why did Diwali have to be so emotionally traumatizing? Why couldn’t it be a Happy Diwali for once?
“Nannav!” NK jostled his arm for attention.
“What? Who? Oh forget it NK!” ASR said wearily. “You find any and every female stunning.”
“You found her stunning once.” NK said slyly.
“Who?”
“Your ex-wife.”
“NK.” ASR growled. “Watch your tongue.”
NK stuck out his tongue and squinted at it. “Why what’s wrong?”
“You’ll know what’s wrong when I pull it out and stuff it down your throat.”
“Temper temper Nannav.” NK wagged his finger admonishingly. “Not good for you.”
“If you know what’s good for you – you will shut up.” ASR growled desperate for a glimpse of her. But he couldn’t very well turn around and look for her could he? She was the one who had walked out. Besides, he was ASR.
But it was your fault wasn’t it?
Isn’t it always? He thought sourly.
She left of her own free will. She would have to come back on her own. He clenched his fists. The question was who dared invite her? Unless…? His heart gave a leap.
He ruthlessly crushed it. No. Nani must have insisted. Or Di.
Perhaps Lakshmi did…
Or maybe it was HP.
“Hi!” A gush of air, a whiff of a scent more familiar than himself, brushed past him.
“NK!” Khushi gushed as she all but threw herself in his arms. “So good to see you. Happy Diwali!”
“Happy Diwali to you too Khushi!” NK gave her a huge smile. “We were just admiring you. Right Nannav?” NK twinkled at ASR.
Khushi hid her grin and wore a superior expression, her full attention on NK who was still babbling. “You look gorgeous, beautiful, out of the world!”
Khushi laughed and batted her eyes at him. “Oh NK you are too much.” She simpered.
“No! I mean it. That off shoulder dress really suits you.” NK looked at her with a besotted expression.
ASR glowered.
Khushi glowed. “Thanks NK.” Khushi smoothed her hands over the figure hugging dress. “I did wonder if it was too short.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Thanks NK. You are a sweetheart.”
Was that a snarl or was it a growl?
“Mr Raizada.” Khushi inclined her head the fraction of a millimeter.
“Mrs Raizada.” His voice was cold.
“No need for such out-dated,” she paused, “formalities. Khushi is fine.” she said archly.
ASR ground his teeth. A muscle twitched in his jaw. He grabbed a cola.
Khushi dropped her airs and frowned. “Should you be drinking that?”
Arnav held her eyes while he downed half the glass.
Khushi’s lips thinned and her eyes narrowed. “Typical. Cut off your own nose…”
“Mind your own business.” ASR made an insulting dismissing move.
Seething, Khushi turned on her heel – and rather predictably tripped.
Arnav’s glass went flying as his instincts kicked in. He caught her just before she hit the ground.
“How about minding your own business Mr Raizada?” Khushi blinked at him.
Arnav didn’t hear her. A rising crescendo filled his ears. He couldn’t breathe yet he felt as if he was finally alive. He straightened. “You are coming home with me.”
“Not until you apologize.”
“Me? Apologize?” That arrogant look (and something else) made her blood boil and her heart sing.
“Yes.” She bit out through clenched teeth. She jerked her hand but he held tight. “You are hurting me.” Her eyes shot daggers.
Instantly the pressure eased. His thumb caressed her wrist. Her breath hitched. She leaned towards him.
Sanity returned in the nick of time.
She drew back. “Apologize. Otherwise I am not coming back. Ever.”
Khushi could have bitten her tongue. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stilettos. Hey Devi Maiyya! What did I just say? Did I close all doors? Why didn’t you shut my mouth? You know this Laad Governor will never apologize – not in a million years. Hey Devi Maiyya! Do something please!
“If I apologize you’ll come back?”
Life returning to her limbs, Khushi nodded.
“No questions, no arguments? Deal?”
“Deal.” Khushi exulted. Shukriya Devi Maiyya! Was he really going to apologize? Aww he really did love her.
Just as she loved him.
“Fine.” Arnav nodded. He swung around to face the crowd. “May I have your attention Ladies and Gentlemen?”
The chatter died down as they turned to look at them.
“Arnav!” Khushi hissed tugging at arm. “What are you doing?”
“You wanted an apology. You are going to get it.” He wore an implacable look.
“Hey Devi Maiyya.” Khushi moaned as she attempted to release herself but in vain.
She stilled as it clicked. Oh so this was the Laad Governor’s plan! He knew she wouldn’t like him to publicly humiliate himself just to satisfy her ego. She would forgive all and toe his line. That’s what he wanted – that she would stop him from apologizing then she couldn’t very well fuss about his noncompliance could he? Oh the devious man! Khushi ground her teeth.
He did take her for granted didn’t he? Fine! Two could play at the game. She stopped struggling. If he wanted to create a scene, so be it. She would just watch the fun while he tried to squiggle out of this one.
She looked challengingly at him. “Do go on. I am waiting.”
ASR’s lips twitched infinitesimally. “Ladies and gentlemen, please accept my apologies. I have to leave a bit early.” At her hiss of indrawn breath, he slid his arm around her as he looked down at her with a broad wicked smile. “I need to assist my wife in attending to some urgent business. All of you please enjoy the party. Happy Diwali.”
He strode off with her attached to his side. She shook with anger at his deceitfulness while he shook with suppressed triumphant laughter.
He had won ~ again.
Loved their rant… so typical of them. His last missile takes the cake 🙂 Ahhh, loved reading your take and rekindling IPK memories 🙂 🙂
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Thanks so much Svkuki – was seriously wondering if i had lost my marbles – again 😀
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Hahaaa… hmmmm, seriouslyyyy, have you any 😉 😉
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Do you have to rub it in? 😦
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And he had his away again :O
..hope he got his “Happy Diwali” in all sense …can we expect a sequel? 😉
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Well let’s see – Khushi is too mad right now but I guess sooner or later her khurafati dimaag will think of something -waiting in anticipation 😉
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i was thinking of chotti… 😦 still its okay it was fun to read n as usual ASR style… 😛
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I am actually surprised (in a nice way) that Chotti is more popular than Arshi!!! Sochika padhi! And thank you 😀
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Loved it! Silver Spoons was very charming — if you decide to continue with stories such as these and others, we will surely enjoy and cherish them.
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Glad you liked Prachtg 🙂
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yeyyy… Arshi is back!! thank you thank you thank you 🙂
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Yay! Glad you liked 😀
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He won again and doesn’t he always? It was witty and brilliant. Enjoyed reading it greatly, dear Dahlia, and ASR is certainly going to have a happy Diwali, now isn’t he. Though I want to know how Mrs. Raizada will do. These two. ❤ Love them Hamesha and love reading about them from your pen.
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Yes much as Khushi hates it, she would hate it even more for him to lose 😉 And thanks so much Raven – always a pleasure to share with a true IPK fan 🙂
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You just get the intrinsic characteristics of ArHi so well. Always such a pleasure to read 🙂
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Thank you Ruchi for the lovely comment 🙂
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I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to interact with you while you were writing SS. I loved that story. It was so beautifully poignant. Life in all its guises. ❤️
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What a lovely thing to say. I too wish that had happened – but better late than never right? I just saw that you too happen to have a lovely blog. Look forward to reading 🙂
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I agree with what Ruchi said… I too felt the same and we were appreciating your writing skills Dahlia… True… Every situation you described was very relateable to both real life incidents and the protoganists of the serial…
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What a lovely lovely thing to say – I am touched beyond words. Thank you.
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Started reading Silver Streaks once again and finally landed here.
Beautiful Blog & beautiful write up about one more Diwali Party.
Just a small question, is it related to Silver Streaks because Khush is a ex-wife here.
Can see some flash fiction about chhoti but what about Dear Guddu.
Hope to catch up with your Blog.
Wish you a very Happy New Year.
Thank you.
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Hi Bharati! Happy New Year to you too! Another Diwali Party is just an OS of Arshi during one of their numerous tiffs – not directly part of SS but just a one off thing. I think there is only one flash on Guddu – A Dino Tale. Not much of SS here tho but would be happy for your company. Thanks for visiting 🙂
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You have kept the intelligent ASR intact… Its like the wrestlers of yore… Even if they fall their moustache shouldn’t get muddied… 😉
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Hhaah – loved the analogy 😀
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Hi Dhalia, where can I read SS…or am I getting cross eyed from reading all day that I can’t see it in the index alongside? 🙄
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Hi Anu! Your interest in SS inspired me to do something I’ve been dithering over ever since I started blogging. I deleted it from hinditvadda and have begun posting it here. https://mysilverstreaks.com/silver-streaks/
for i dont want to miss out on all the fun 😀
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I am at work and read this in my tea break. I had to literally clamp my mouth to suppress my laughter.
Wonderful shot.
Cheers……
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Thanks! 😀
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Classic ASR…. Has to win.
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Indeed! 🙌
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😂
The usual ASR & KSR
ASR -1 KSR -0
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