Part 22
Ram (stood frozen at
the sight of her; thinking): Neha ne sahi kaha… Aaj toh mein gaya Kaam se. Baap
re Baap how can anyone be so beautiful? You’ve really shot yourself in the leg
with this move Ram. Now how will you resist the temptation to touch her when
that’s all you can think about in this moment? Ajeeb Musibaat hain yaar…
Priya’s feet
remained planted on the ground while her eyes took in a panoramic view of the
bedazzling sight surrounding her. She felt something soft exciting the nerve
cells beneath her skin similar to the feeling that she would get when Ram’s
soft lips would nuzzle her passionately. Looking up to identify the source of
this sensation she realized that she was the center of an enticing shower of
hand picked blue, red and pink rose petals. Her salty tears were like unwanted
guests at a party brimming her eyelids and threatening to neutralize the sweet,
pleasurable moment she was experiencing. But this moment was so sweet that even
her tears could not help but enjoy it.
Dadi: Priya Puttar?
Her loud,
cracked voice yanked Priya out of her incoherent fascination and placed her
back into reality. She looked at Dadi with her eyebrows raised resulting in the
widening of her dreamy eyes. Ram watched her every gesture from the moment that
she had opened the door he was lost in a world filled with his manly desires.
Dadi: kahan kho gayi
thi aap?
Priya (stuttering):
woh… main…ummm… (finally she managed to put some words together into a somewhat
complete sentence) yeh saab kaun?
Soumaya blurted
excitedly eliminating Dadi’s chance to respond.
Soumaya: Bhabhi yeh saab
Ram Bhappa ne kiya!!
She grabbed
Ram’s hand, her touch injecting a functional level of coherence in his
behaviour as she practically dragged him to the door where Priya stood. Their
eyes met instantly, communicating in a language that Priya’s anger was not
allowing her to comprehend. She looked away nervously; the burning desire in
his eyes was so strong that even her cold stare could not subdue it.
Unconsciously her mind had plans to let it burn because deep down inside she
wanted to be engulfed in his desire-fueled flames.
Priya (said calmly,
conscious of people around her): Ram what was the need for all this?
Ram (said lovingly) All
this was very necessary… Hay na Dadi?
Dadi: aur nahi toh
kya? Iss Ghar ke Lakshmi ka accha saa swagat nahi hua. Due to some unforeseen
circumstances we were unable to welcome you properly and so now no “ands, ifs
or buts” UNDERSTOOD?
Priya quickly complied
making Ram smile. He thought, “No matter how hard you try to be, I know very
well how soft you really are. And no matter what you say, I know that you love
all this. After all my wife loves surprises".
Dadi did the
Aarti for Priya and told her to rightfully enter the KM but before she did Neha
objected.
Neha: wait Priya!
(Priya stopped as Neha walked to Dadi) Dadi don’t you think that Ram should
hold Priya's hand and lead her into the KM?
Rahul: haaan! Yeah you
are right Mom. That is a great idea so that Ram uncle and Priya aunty can walk
together in life, hand in hand and all...
Vikram: abhay tu toh
bahut smart nikla gaya inn sub cheezo mein.
Rahul (puts his hand
on his dad's shoulder and says in a cool manner): Haan dad... well Ram uncle
always says I took on you in these matters.
A look of shock
paints over Vikram's smiling face. He leaps forward to grab hold of Rahul's
ears but Rahul cunningly takes cover behind his mom. Neha tells Vikram,
"just leave it, afterall he has not said anything wrong".
They all look
back at Ram and Priya who look at each other. Ram offers his rough, large hand
which is met hesitantly with Priya's soft, small hand. Out of joy he squeezes
it tight, not that tight to hurt her but tight enough to let her know that he will
always be there for her. They walk in the KM and take blessing from Dadi and
Krishna without letting go of each other’s hand. Than Ram walks over to the
sofa with Priya and without any further delay the party initiates as the lights
are turned down. Ram was still clutching on to Priya's hand possessively while
Soumaya and Rishab performed a dance item that they had prepared. Ram felt
Priya’s attempts to pull her hand out of his grip but he obstinately held on
hoping that she would stop. She stopped for a moment misleading Ram to think
that God had answered his prayers. But his relief was like their relationship,
it shattered before it had a chance to develop properly. This time she jerked
harder but remained unsuccessful in her attempt. However, now she had his full
attention, she watched as he swallowed, his throat moved up and down, he closed
his eyes projecting an expression that encompassed his irritation and
dejection. Opening his eyes slowly he sighed and looked at her hand, which was
perfectly secured by his loving grip, before he shifted his gaze into her
determined, anger-tinged eyes. Without words, he adorned an expression that
begged loudly, “Please Priya, don’t do this. Not tonight…” She clearly did not
get the message as she looked at her hand and pulled back again. Completely
distraught he loosened his grip allowing her to break free since she so
desperately wanted too. He looked away; the joy with which he organized this
party for Priya had been wiped out of existence and replaced with sadness and
helplessness. Rahul watched the whole struggle and the change for the worse in
Ram’s expression.
Rahul (thinking):
Shoot! Cady was right, Priya aunty is very mad at Ram Uncle. I have to do
something yaar, their fight has put a “the end” to my relationship with Cady.
Ram uncle, Priya Aunty that’s all she ever talks about… What should I do? If I
could patch up things between Ram uncle and Priya aunty than Cady will fall
madly in love with me, I am sure of it… (This thought was like red bull for his
brain cells that began working over-time to figure out a plan. And than it hit
him) Rahul you are a genius, seriously!!
He ran to the
kitchen… In the meantime, Karthik and Natasha performed a dance for Ram and
Priya. The waiter brought some juice for them… Priya took a glass from the tray
but Ram requested some alcohol instead; little did he know that Priya was
having the same thing. Priya gulped down the juice in one go, Rahul watched in
shock and thought, “Damn this woman can drink.” He went and told the waiter
that Priya aunty had requested another drink and asked if he would bring that
along with Ram uncle’s drink that he ordered. The waiter had no reason to
suspect any foul play; after all Priya ma’am was an adult and it’s not like he
was serving alcohol to a minor. By the time that all the dances were finished
Ram had had two pegs and Priya had had four glasses of orange juice mixed with
vodka. Out of nowhere she placed her hand on Ram’s thigh startling him. He
looked at the placement of her hand and than up at her smiling face in utter
shock; his eyebrows scrunched together as he wondered, “Ab yeh kaunsi naya khel
hain?”
Priya (slurring a
bit): R.Ram yeh saab (she points around with her finger and than shuts her
eyes, tilting her head to the side slightly). Yeh saab BAHUUUUT ACHA hain
bilkuul apke taara. You are soooo nice… (she leaps forward, still seated, and
wraps her arms around him giving him a hug. He smelt alcohol on her breath and
was baffled as to how she got her hands on it. His thought process interrupted
as she continued…) you did all this (she breaks the hug and once again she
points her index finger in a circle) all this for me?
Ram looked
around and saw that everyone was watching Priya’s sudden strange behaviour. He
had to cover for her if anyone found out that she was drunk Priya may not be
able to face them again. He wasn’t entirely sure how to approach the situation
but he knew that he had to improvise and fast…
Krishna: Priya are you
okay?
Sudhir: Priya beta is
everything okay? Are you not feeling well?
Ram began
panicking, “oh no they are suspecting something is wrong… C’mon Ram, think… the
more Priya talks the greater the chances are of everyone finding out”… He
looked at Priya who was closing her eyes tight and than opening them wide
trying to gain some control of the room that at this point must have been
spinning for her. He closed his eyes slapping his palm on his forehead, “yaar
she is SO obvious!” He opened his eyes
in the nick of time just when she about to respond to Krishna and Sudhir’s
question. She opened her mouth to speak but Ram quickly covered her mouth with
his palm. Now everyone is even more curious as to what is going on!
Ram (to Priya) Priya
please now you won’t say anything just listen… I want to tell you something in
front of everyone. (He removes his hands slowly and to his surprise she is
quiet. He thought, “This shouldn’t be too hard since she is not resisting” He
took the chance and held both her hands in his… she still remained quiet)
Rahul took his
phone out from his pocket and navigated to camera mode thinking, “Cady this is
Rahul’s masterpiece.”
Ram: Priya (he sighed
nervously) this is really hard for me, not because of uncertainty in the things
I am about to say but because I have always been so terrible at expressing how
I feel. It would be much easier for me to show you a mirror because you are a
reflection of my heart and everything that I want to say is from my heart. (by
now Ram is completely oblivious to the setting in which he was in. he only saw
Priya and was intent on pouring out his feelings.) In the beginning we thought
that our relationship was a compromise for our families sake, but that was
never true. Compromises do not result in something as beautiful as what we
share and what we share was always meant to be, it just took us some time to
accept; time that I wish I could bring back and convert in to more beautiful
memories. You gave me unconditional love always; you gave me a beautiful
daughter, made me experience the satisfaction of being a father, a role that I
had never imagined that I would ever be able to fulfill. Today my mother who I
rejected all these years is back in my life thanks to you… Priya I cannot
explain how sorry I am for not trusting you and I cannot explain how thankful I
am that despite my mistakes you are giving me another chance. I…Love…you so
much…
He wipes her
tears, she buries her head into his chest, he secures her by holding on to her
tightly and both Ram and Priya are completely submerged in this long over-due
moment. Everyone began to clap, Ram realized where he was and tried to separate
himself from Priya but she was so intoxicated with his words, with his touch,
with her comfort that she couldn’t care less about the surrounding. She held
him more stringently; he whispered in her ears, “Priya would you like to
dance?” He felt her head move up and down against his chest before she let go
of him. Standing up and holding on to her firmly so that she did not fall, he
signaled the DJ to play a slow song and before anybody had the opportunity to
tease them he walked with her to the dance floor. He rested her hand on his
shoulder and held on to her other hand. He saw her eyes shut tight, her lips
slightly parted and her breathing accelerated to match her heartbeat as he placed
his hand on her abdomen, slowly sliding his palms across it to her waist and
than pulling her closer to himself, all in one motion. To the rhythm of the
beat they swayed setting an example for all the other couples that slowly
joined them on the dance floor.
Just when she
was acclimatizing to the spinning sensation in her head, her stomach began
churning forcing her intestines to clench angrily. The havoc created in her
stomach generated a momentum that rapidly escalated up her abdomen creating a
crammed feeling in her chest while her salivary glands began overworking. She
stopped swaying abruptly; it seemed to her that the swaying acted as a catalyst
to her uncomfortable feeling.
Ram (asks
worriedly): Priya? What’s wrong?
She looked up at
him and swallowed many times trying to force the contents of her stomach back
down. Ram felt her squeeze his hand forcefully as she looked down, unable to
force the contents back down she began to vomit creating a mess on the dance
floor, on her saree and on Ram’s suit and shoes. She coughed a couple times,
her eyes red and teary, her body completely exhausted; she trembled and
helplessly fainted in Ram’s arms.
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