❝ वो बारिश का पहला दिन याद है? ❞
Geeli mitti ki khushboo, that urge to go out and play just to feel the drops wetting your skin.
The first monsoon showers bring along with them thirst quenching rain for the earth, and a bundle of memories for us. Th...
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~ Kahani Aajkal ~
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The room was an intriguing blend of cultures, a testament to the harmonious marriage of two traditions. Vibrant, intricately patterned Gujarati rug adorned the floor, it's bright red, green, and gold contrasting beautifully with the more subdued, earthy tones of the Kumaoni wooden furniture. A large wooden Jhoola, hung near the window, while the walls were decorated with Aipan art.
Vedant sat in the living room of Heer and Darshan's apartment, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and unease. He glanced around, taking in the familiar yet distinctly unique atmosphere of the home. The combination of cultures created a warm, inviting space, engulfing him into a warm embrace.
As he inhaled, the aroma of freshly made thepla and aloo ke gutke wafted from the kitchen, mingling to create a unique, comforting scent. Vedant scrunched his nose as his stomach growled in response.
Heer's voice broke through his thoughts. "Vedant, kya soch raha hai?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.
Vedant looked up at her, a faint smile on his lips. "Nothing, just admiring your house. "
Heer smiled back, a hint of pride in her eyes. "I wanted it to be a reflection of both of us." She glanced affectionately at her husband, Darshan, who was arranging flowers on the dining table.
Darshan looked up from his task, catching the last part of the conversation. "Reflection of us? More like a reflection of Heer's impeccable taste and my endless patience," he teased, winking at Vedant.
Vedant chuckled, taking a seat at the table. "You mean your talent for following orders, Bhinju," he quipped, reaching for a thepla. "For the last thirty minutes I have been here, I see how Heer Di has you wrapped around her finger."
"Oyee," Darshan feigned indignation, though a grin was spreading across his face. "I contribute too, you know. I'm the one who picks out the best flowers for this place."
Heer laughed, shaking her head. "That's true. I have to admit, he's got an eye for flowers."
"I have got an eye for you as well, Heeriye." Darshan smiled and in return got a light slap on his arm.
Vedant watched the exchange with amusement, enjoying the easy banter between the couple. He had always looked up to Heer as an elder sister, a guiding figure in his life. Their bond had been strong back in childhood, and even now, after years, he felt the same warmth and respect for her.
All this while, Vedant could feel a constant gaze upon him. From his periphery, he noticed Tara watching him intently, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. An unknown yet familiar feeling seemed to settle between them, a quiet connection that had always been there, waiting to be rekindled.
