ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

💛 Latent Love Affair

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Ek, dho.

Ek.., dho.

Ek, dho.

Ek, dhoo.

Hitting the rod hard on the traditional grinding machine,
"Dekha Batuk kitne asaan hai, isme haldi peesna" Bondita squealed from inside the Roy Choudary kitchen unaware of the eyes admiring her.

"Yese karthe hai, yese tayar hothe hai haldi gaye holud ke liye.. muje patha hi nahi tha." Anirudh said, grinning.

She was awestruck,
turning spotted him walking to her.
She was suddenly concerned about being alone with him in an empty kitchen except for the various delectable edibles.
He was her sakha babu that did not scare her but the new brewing reality of him being a man and she a woman was triggering her much these days.

As he neared her cautiousness increased, making her pull the pallu that was tugged to her waist, dusting off the yellow powder from her saree, her eyes roaming in tensity and her hand on the traditional grinding machine's rod slid down a little.

Walking to her, shoved his hands in his pockets and asked
"Kya huha Bondita, bolo aur kya hotha hai?"

"Woh.. woh Batuk." She stammered.

"Batuk tho chale gaya, kya huha muje nahi bataougi?" He asked.

"Woh.." still stammering, gasped at once when he held her hand that held the rod of the traditional grinding machine.

Her confused eyes told about his eccentric touch.
And once he gripped her hand she couldn't control her wheeze, him being that near was affecting her in many undescribeable ways.

"Kya huha aur bataou na... uske baad kya hotha hai?" He seemed totally unconcerned about her reaction and was more focused on the ritual.

It fumed her, her insides were bursting and here he wanted to know about the ritual very importantly.
"Yeh Gaye holud ki haldhi nahi hai, woh kal tayar honge vivah se pehle. Yeh sirf Batuk ko dikhane ke liye bana rahi thi." She said sternly.

Ignoring her anger, he asked "Acha uske baad kya hoga? Woh bata" teasing her.

She was annoyed at his ignorance for her against the lifeless yellow dust, "Uske baad yesa yesa pehle var," impetously smeared the yellow powder on his both cheeks, forehead while he tried to wriggle, "fir vadhu par bhi isey lagayenge." She completed.

He whined like a child while she held her stomach and began to laugh madly at his look, he looked no less than a fire ball being raged and exasperated at same time.
"Aap Suraj hai asal mein bhi,
Joh mere andera jeevan ko apne roshni se chamka diya..."
Her heart spoke inside.

Her laugh stopped as his irked whine turned into something. Something terrifying, something she cannot hold on, his intense gaze on her seemed to break the year old barriers between them, freeing them, their hearts, their bodies atlast themselves to each other. She shuddered.

But his gaze, his dilated orbs was yearning to convey her about his difficulty, about their remoteness that had bothered him and now was killing him.
Inside he was fighting his own battle on his ardent desire against his own naive ethics.
Emotions are just tangled, but his feelings for her was not lust or libido but a pure sacred love.
It was overpowering him every minute, he felt now or never as a sudden fear of losing her invaded him.

And the dream of holding her in his arms forever might just die because of his denial of overt, it gave him strength to unfold himself to her, made him to take a bold step his heart wanted.
For once he granted it too, atlast he is a human a man precise and his righteous feelings for the most virtuous woman in his life was a surreal truth.