Today, we are leaving the village and heading to the city. The thought of leaving everything behind - our home, the familiar faces, and the quiet life here - is making my heart heavy. But I know it’s time for a new chapter in our lives.
My mother-in-law, Nirmala ji, has been giving me advice ever since we got to know about his transfer. "Aarti, you must take care of Raghav ," she says, her voice always full of love and concern. "You should give us an heir soon, a son who will carry on the family name." It feels like a heavy responsibility, but I know that my love for Raghav ji is all that matters. We will figure it out together, just as we always do.
The things for our new house have already been sent there by Raghav ji. He has worked so hard, arranging everything for us. I can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. But I’m touched by the thoughtfulness of his actions. There was one thing that stood out to me - he packed my veena from the attic without anyone seeing and sent it along with the other things. That veena has always been my connection to my past, and it means so much to me that he remembered.
As we left the village and reached the city, my emotions were all over the place. The bustling streets, the noise, the new faces - it was all so different. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel excited about what lay ahead. Raghav ji was beside me, his calm presence soothing my nerves.
We finally reached our new home, and I could see the effort he had put into making it perfect for us. Everything was already set up, and it was beautiful. The walls were freshly painted, the furniture carefully arranged, and there was a warmth to the place that made it feel like home. The only thing left was the kitchen, which we would work on together.
Looking at the house, I felt a sense of belonging. This was our new beginning, and I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would face them together, hand in hand.
As I was setting the kitchen, Raghav ji came in with a bag of groceries. "Aarti, sab kuch thik ho gaya kya?" he asked.
(Aarti, is everything ready?)
I nodded, “Haan ji, bas thoda kaam baaki hai.”
(Yes, just a little work left)
I told him to take a bath, as I could smell the heat and dust on him. He smiled and said, “Main pehle hi naha chuka hoon. Tum jao, main yahan sambhal lunga.”
(I've already bathed. You go ahead, I'll take care of things here.)
I hesitated for a moment before agreeing and went to take a bath. When I came out, drying my hair, I noticed him standing near the table with something in his hands. He extended a small cover toward me.
“Yeh lo,” he said, his voice soft but with a hint of excitement.
(Here, take this.)
I took it, puzzled. “Yeh kya hai, Raghav ji?” I asked.
(What is this, Raghav ji?)
“Khud khol ke dekho,” he replied with a smile.
(Open it yourself and see.)
When I opened it, I gasped. Inside was a cotton saree in my favorite color. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. “Yeh meri pasand ka rang hai!” I exclaimed. “Aapne kab liya?”
(This is my favorite color!,When did you get it?)
He smiled warmly and said, “Aaj tumhara janamdin hai, Jaan. Happy birthday.”
(Today is your birthday, Aarti. Happy birthday.)
For a moment, I froze. “Aaj mera janamdin?” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. No one had celebrated my birthday in years. It was always my brother’s birthday that brought joy to the house, prayers at the temple, and special dishes cooked by Ma. But today… today, someone had done all this for me.
(Today is my birthday?)
I couldn’t hold back my tears as I hugged him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. “Aarti,” he said gently, wiping my tears, “tumhe janamdin par rona nahi chahiye. Main tumhe kabhi rote hue dekhna nahi chahta.”
(Aarti,You shouldn't cry on your birthday. I never want to see you cry.)
I pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. “Aapko pata hai, yeh sab meri zindagi mein kabhi nahi hua…” I began, but my voice broke.
(Do you know, none of this has ever happened in my life...)
He kissed my forehead tenderly. “Main hoon na, Aarti. Tum mere liye bahut anmol ho. Har saal tumhara janamdin vishesh banayenge.”
(I'm here, Aarti. You're very precious to me. Every year, we will make your birthday special.)
I smiled through my tears as he handed me the saree again. “Chalo, ab isse pehan lo. Tum isme aur bhi sundar lagogi.”
(Come, now wear this. You'll look even more beautiful in it.)
I went to the other room, changed into the saree, and came back. His eyes lit up as he looked at me. “Bilkul apsara lag rahi ho,” he said softly.
(You look absolutely like an angel.)
Then, he handed me a small box. “Aur yeh raha ek aur surprise.”
(And here’s another surprise.)
When I opened it, I found a pair of golden jhumkas. My hands shook as I picked them up. “Yeh… yeh aapne mere liye?” I asked, overwhelmed.
(These... did you buy these for me?)
He nodded, his face turning slightly shy. “Maine kuch saal se paise bachaye the. Socha tha kisi din kuch khaas kharidunga. Aur woh din aaj hai.”
(I had been saving money for a few years. I thought I’d buy something special someday. And that day is today.)
My heart swelled with emotion. I took his hands in mine and kissed them. “Aapka yeh pyaar aur khayal mere liye sabse badi cheez hai,” I said, tears brimming again.
(Your love and care means a lot to me.)
After wearing the saree and the jhumkas, I felt like a new person. Raghav ji noticed my expression and said, “Ab chalo, mandir chalte hain.”
(Now come, let's go to the temple.)
We left for the temple. On the way, he stopped at a shop and bought fresh gajras. As he gently tucked them into my hair, I couldn’t help but blush. At that moment, I realized how much he cared for the little things that made me happy.
While walking back, he asked, “Aarti, tumhe kaunsa mithai pasand hai?”
(Aarti, which sweet do you like?)
“Rasgulla,” I replied hesitantly, not sure why he was asking.
“Bas, toh chalo,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to a famous sweet shop nearby.
(Alright, let's go.)
I protested, “Raghav ji, zarurat nahi hai…” but he waved it off, smiling.
(Raghav ji, there's no need for this...)
He ordered a pot of gulab jamuns, and I stood there, overwhelmed. “Aap mere liye itna karte hain,” I whispered as we walked home.
(You do so much for me.)
He chuckled. “Tumhare liye nahi karunga toh kiske liye, Jaan?”
(If I don't do it for you, then for whom, love?)
When we reached home, he suddenly stopped me at the door. “Aankhein band karo,” he instructed.
(Close your eyes.)
“Kyun?” I asked, confused.
(Why?)
“Bas karo na,” he insisted gently.
(Just do it.)
I closed my eyes, and he guided me inside. “Ab kholo,” he said.
(Now open them.)
When I opened my eyes, I froze. There, in the corner of the room, was my dadu’s veena - the one I used to play as a child. My hands flew to my mouth as tears streamed down my face.
“Yeh… yeh kaise?” I stammered, looking at him in disbelief.
(This... how is this here?)
“Main tumhare maayke gaya tha,” he admitted. “Tumhare bina kisi ko bataye. Tumhe khush dekhne ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon, Aarti.”
(I went to your parental home without telling anyone. I can do anything to see you happy, Aarti.)
I couldn’t control my emotions. I ran to him, hugging him tightly. “Aapne mere liye itna kuch kiya,” I sobbed. “Mujhe lagta tha ki yeh veena dobara kabhi nahi milegi.”
(You did so much for me. I thought I would never get this veena back again.)
He gently pulled back, wiping my tears. “Tumhare liye toh main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon, jaan,” he said softly, his eyes filled with love.
(I can do anything for you, my love.)
Later, as I started arranging our clothes in the almirah, I thought of keeping the veena I had found in the attic of our old house. But when I picked it up, my heart sank. The strings were broken, and it was scratched. It looked far older and more fragile than I remembered.
“Raghav ji,” I called out.
He came into the room and saw my expression. “Kya hua, Jaan?”
(What happened, my love?)
“Yeh veena… iska haal dekhiye,” I said, my voice trembling. “Strings bhi toot gaye hain.”
(This veena… look at its condition. Even the strings are broken.)
He took the veena from my hands and examined it. “Chinta mat karo,” he said firmly. “Main abhi isse theek kar ke laata hoon.”
(Don't worry. I'll get it fixed right away.)
By evening, he returned with the veena. It was polished, the strings replaced, and it looked almost new. “Ab dekho,” he said, handing it back to me.
(Now look.)
I ran my fingers over the strings and played a note. The sound was perfect. Tears of joy welled up again as I said, “Aapka shukriya, Raghav ji. Aapne mera janamdin itna khaas bana diya.”
(Thank you, Raghav ji. You made my birthday so special.)
He smiled and said, “Aarti, tumhari muskaan hi meri duniya hai. Main hamesha tumhe khush dekhna chahta hoon.”
(Aarti, your smile is my entire world. I always want to see you happy.)
Now I have two veenas, without Raghav ji this would have been impossible. My heart swelled with love and affection for him
As the day ended, we sat together after dinner, talking softly. The house felt warm, not because of the walls or the furniture, but because of him, Raghav ji.
I looked at him, my heart full of gratitude. “Raghav ji, aapne jo aaj kiya… woh meri zindagi ke sabse khaas dinon mein se ek ban gaya.”
(Raghav ji, what you did today… it became one of the most special days of my life.)
He took my hand in his, his thumb gently caressing my knuckles. "Aarti, tumhara khushi mere liye sab kuch hai. Tumhare bina yeh ghar kabhi ghar nahi ban sakta tha."
(Aarti, your happiness means everything to me. Without you, this house could never become a home.)
I felt a surge of emotions and leaned closer to him. "Aap mere liye kitne khaas hain, Raghav ji," I whispered, tears brimming again.
(You are so special to me, Raghav ji.)
He wiped the tears before they could fall. "Aarti, maine kaha tha na… tumhare chehre par aansoon dekhna mujhe bilkul pasand nahi hai."
(Aarti, didn’t I tell you… I don’t like seeing tears on your face.)
I managed a small smile. "Par yeh aansoon khushi ke hain," I said softly.
(But these are tears of happiness.)
“Khushi ke aansoon bhi nahi dekhna chahta,” he replied, his voice tender but firm.
(I don’t want to see tears of happiness either.)
Before I could say more, he pulled me into his arms. “Aarti,” he murmured, his voice low, “tum mere liye sab kuch ho. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari khushi, sab meri khushi hai.”
(Aarti, you are everything to me. Your smile, your happiness, it’s all my happiness.)
I looked up at him, my heart swelling with love. “Aap mere liye sabse anmol tohfa ho, Raghav ji,” I said, my voice trembling.
(You are the most precious gift for me, Raghav ji.)
He smiled, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Aur tum mere liye ek apsara ho, Aarti.”
(And you are an angel for me, Aarti.)
In that moment, words felt unnecessary. The love in his eyes, the gentle way he held me, said everything I needed to know.
“Aarti,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “tum mere jeene ki wajah ho.”
(Aarti, you are the reason I live.)
I cupped his face in my hands, tears streaming down again. “Aur aap mere jeene ka sahara, Raghav ji.”
(And you are the support of my life, Raghav ji.)
That night, we celebrated our love in the most intimate way. Raghav ji's eyes burned with desire as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring my body.
We moved to the bedroom, our love for each other palpable. His fingers intertwined with mine, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. We sat on the bed, our eyes locked, and I could see the love and adoration shining in his.
Slowly, he began to undress me, his fingers tracing the contours of my body. I felt a rush of excitement, my heart pounding in anticipation. He kissed me again, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
As we lay down together, his hands caressed my skin, his touch igniting a fire within me. I felt him above me, his eyes burning with love and desire. He whispered my name, his voice low and husky, and I felt myself melting into his arms.
His lips moved downwards. He kissed my bossom...moved further down gently cupped my core. Placed a gentle kiss on it. His lips wrapped around my sensitive area, his gentle suction sending waves of pleasure through my body. His touch was tender, yet passionate, and I felt myself melting into his caress.
As he loved me, I felt cherished and adored, our bond strengthened by the intimacy we shared. His devotion was palpable, and I knew in that moment, I was his everything.
As he poured his love over me, I felt myself reaching the peak. My breath caught, my heart racing.
In that instant, I came undone, my very being unraveling in a tapestry of pure bliss. His arms enveloped me, holding me close as I trembled with release.
Together, we rode the wave of ecstasy, our love shining brighter than any star in the night sky. In his arms, I found my haven, my safe haven, where love knew no bounds.
After adjusting , He thrusted himself into me, our bodies moving in a perfect sync... We reached the peak of pleasure together I released on his length.
As he reached his peak, he groaned "Aarti Jaan..." His voice was filled with emotion, and my heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name on his lips.
He moaned my name continuously and began to move faster. His body trembled as he spilled his release into me.
The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our passion.
As we lay together, entwined in each other's arms, his fingers stroked my hair, his eyes filled with adoration.
Before drifting off to sleep, he kissed my forehead once more and whispered, “Har janamdin tumhara itna hi khaas hoga, Aarti.”
(Every birthday of yours will be just as special, Aarti.)
I smiled, snuggling closer to him. “Aur har din meri zindagi ka sabse acha din banega, kyunki aap mere saath hain.”
(And every day will be the best day of my life because you are with me.)
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