Dulha Hum Lejaayeinge - RiKara OS

Dulha Hum Le Jaayeinge

So Dilpreet Singh Ji has officially won me over, using pure charm and Kunal's acting prowess. This is a light hearted end to this light hearted track, with a teensy bit of emotion thrown in (squint and you might catch it).

Gauri huffed as she placed the cup of tea on the kitchen counter, her force causing a 'clink' as it hit the work top. 'DilpreetJi' had requested a change in it's preparation. Apparently his mother had tended to drop glucose biscuits in his tea as sweetner. Gauri scoffed. Jhanvi Oberoi did not experiment with tea, and she well knew of her son's hatred for sweets. This 'DilpreetJi' was beginning to wear on her nerves. Who exactly did he think he was fooling? Gauri had sought out OmkaraJi blindfolded... did he really think hiding his jatadari hair would stop her identifying him in broad daylight?

She had only kept quiet since Karva Chauth because, despite what he called her kaurafathi brain, she could not fathom his reasons behind doing this. OmkaraJi had demanded she leave him - his house, his family. She knew him well enough now to realise it had been his anger talking, after all how many times had she witnessed his infamous third-eye opening? But she'd had enough of letting it go - of letting her self-respect be shredded slowly. Of course that didn't mean Gauri hadn't missed the man she had accepted as her husband, in fact the complete opposite was true - she had missed him more in these three days than she had in the fifteen days she had left him previously.

Love was a funny thing she mused. Gauri knew that nobody would ever accuse her of maturity, but she KNEW that she understood what caring for someone truly was. Forgiveness and love always went hand in hand - where there was love (the epitome of happiness and warmth), why waste time trying to be vindicated? His mistakes could not stop her loving him, so consciously or subconsciously she had awaited him. Waited for her OmkaraJi to come and take her back home. Instead she had been faced with her husband dressed in the most conspicuous costume in the world. Yes his hair was one of his winning features, but it was certainly not what had drawn Gauri to him. Personally, his longer hair had thrown her a bit when they had first met, but had grown on her slowly and surely, just like his unique personality - sometimes the susheel and shaanth chirota and at others the dreaded but impressive VolcanoKara. Funnily enough what annoyed Gauri most about her husband's ploy, was the fact that he was hiding his locks. She had long overcome her jealousy of his lehratein zulfein flowing hair (lucky girl, I'm not over it yet), and now she missed looking at it and sometimes to the point of distraction, wondering how it would feel to run her hands through it. It had always been a private fantasy of hers to give him a head massage, taking his luxurious strands in her hands. But no. Now his well maintained locks were kept tightly under wraps.

Initially, Gauri had played along with ease - a little role play seeming less troublesome than confronting her husband - but this had only seemed to encourage OmkaraJi, who had embraced his new accent and eccentric behaviour wholeheartedly. The only gleam of amusement Gauri could find in the outwardly hilarious situation was the irony of how much she had enjoyed playing Chulbul and in reverse how quickly she had become tired of OmkaraJi's new avatar. Yes she might have also enjoyed that the man that had in Rudy Bhaiyya's words been 'sach ka bhaai-friend' (LOVED the segment when Shrenu asked Kunal if he would be her BHAAI-friend), was now doing anything but, however she still could not comprehend the reasons behind the ruse. Part of her had hoped he had come here to uncover the truth about all his misunderstandings, but then a larger part was annoyed that he would find that necessary still. Often in her youth and even more increasingly in her teens she had heard crazy girls talk about their secret desires of having some concoction that would make men fall in love with them... alternatively she now found herself wishing for a potion that would make OmkaraJi trust in her. She knew that women had been known to fast for loving life partners, but she would do every pooja and vrath just so he would have an iota of faith in her. Odd how she was always at the opposite end of the spectrum from other girls.