Mai Lab..Tu Dua..

10.....Le main aayi hu tere liye...

"Jise soch kar hi chehre par khushi aa jaye...vo khubsurat ehsaas ho tum..."

Sidharth was hustling around packing for himself as he had to leave in a day for his outdoor shoot..he opened the wardrobe getting out a few Tshirts and trousers...he tried remembering what all Shehnaaz used to pack and how...He hadn't taken gone outdoor since she left and when she was there he never needed to do it..He would just be lying around the bed while she will hustle from wardrobe to suitcase mumbling to herself, all sorts of things he might need...He glanced at Shehnaaz's picture on the wall helplessly..."Jaan help me na..." he says as if actually talking to her expecting her to come out of the picture and get his life and him together and his heart still breaks the same way like it does every time she does not respond to his pleas through her photograph...He just nods his head trying to fight his tears that so want to come out but he knew he can't well them out or it will be a storm no one can handle in her absence...He just turned around raising his hand up pulling down a bag kept on top shelf of almirah...he pulled it nonchalantly as he does that and carelessly takes it he hears a thud he looks down as he looked at the encarved thing that fell down as he pulled suitcase...His heart welled up on finding it...he dropped the bag picking it...only he knew how many times and how desperately he had searched for it he picked it up running his hands over it his heart feeling a strange fear, excitement and welling up at the same time as he sits down on the floor leaning against the bedside.

Sidharth Weds Shehnaaz..."The SidNaaz Wedding" ...he touched their inscribed names and the tagline ever so softly..He opened the album as he saw her posing in various angles, lifting her viel and covering it...he was still lost in how beautiful she looked that day that day flashes like yesterday in his eyes...

They were standing in the mandap with a white sheet between them that had swastik carved on it...while both of them were getting anxious to glance at each other, Sidharth even tried peeking once taking benefit of his height but to his disappointment his mother smacked his head while all giggled raising the curtain more high.He sneaked his hand from below the curtain which she immediately grasps, he entwines his fingers with her heena hands, even in the noise he could hear her bangles chiming as the priest explained significance of this curtain between them..

"Ab Antarpat (white cloth) hata sakte hai... Muhurta ho gaya hai"

'"Antar' ka matlab hai apke dil ka sabse ahem or gehra hissa...(he rubs his thumb over back of her hand as she tightens her hold on his hand)....... Is 'Antarpat'ke hatate hi , abse aap dono dil se ek ho or apke beech ke saari duriya or manbhed(difference of opinion) sab dur hoti hai"....saying so panditji instructs the the white cloth to be removed...He looks at her and his eyes well up seeing the sight before him his heart filling with the joy of greatest achievement of his life...he looks at her dressed up as proper marathi bride...she had adorned a proper Nauvari saree in shade of green and yellow...with green broad border..she had a beaded thread tied around her forehead just like him...with two pearl thread falling on each side with red flowers on ends of it complementing her red blush which never left her face as she looked at him..her eyes lined beautifully with just a bit kohl getting watery making her nose red as she stared in his...her nose had an embedded golden nose pin which perfectly contrasted her milky complexion...she smiled at him her lips absolutely pink and a bit pouty as she signalled him how perfect he looked in golden kurta and red dhoti...he just moved forward still in daze bringing his lips closer to the moon sign bindi between her eyebrows, pressing a gentle kiss over there as a tear dropped on her partition and hers on his hand that held hers..their trance was broken by a familiar voice making them turn their head sideways...