Part 2

Part 2

6 years later

RK was now 28 years old grown up man. He went after his father in looks. Tall, muscular built. To add to his charm he had long wavy hair, black hypnotic eyes and infectious smile which could make any girl weak in the knees. He had completed his MBA and gained some experience by working independently in a textile company in Delhi for few years. He felt he was ready now to venture into something of his own. But first he decided to go Motihari as his parents were pestering him for sometime now to come back home. His mom was adamant for fixing his marriage. Though he didn't want to get married yet but he knew his parents if they have decided to get him married then they must have already started searching for a bride.

Before they pressurize him to get married to their choice he wanted them to meet the love of his life Deepali. He and Deepali worked together for some time in a textile company. They instantly got a liking towards each other. Deepali was sexy, bold and outgoing just the way he wanted his wife to be. He decided that tomorrow he will take Deepali with him to Motihari to meet his family.

Madhu was 22 years old now. She has grown into a beautiful woman. Her long thick black hair came below her waist. Her almond shaped deep brown eyes, curvy lips and button nose made her look like innocent angel. She adored Indian dressing and culture. She was shy and introvert by nature. She has recently taken admission for PG course in Motihari itself because she didn't want to leave her parents as well as her uncle and aunty or mummiji and papaji as she started calling them on their insistence. She considered it as her duty to take care of RK's parents in his absence. She was very happy to hear the news that finally RK was coming back to Motihari. She will get to see him face to face after so many years. Though she stalked his all social media profiles and liked all his photos but never dropped any comment or never chat with him as she always became nervous and shy thinking about it.

She also used to feel sad whenever he posted pictures with any girl but her mummiji papaji had always brushed off her worries saying that they know their son. If anything would have been serious then he must have told them. If he didn't tell them then there is nothing to worry. But still it pained her to see him with any girl as for her he was already her husband. But she use to pacify her heart saying that no matter with whom so ever he is now but at the end he belongs only to her and they will soon get married by all the customs and traditions of society as mummiji and papaji had promised her.

RK was in the car with Deepali. "I think you should have worn something else..... something decent as you are going to meet my parents for the first time." said RK as he again looked at Deepali's one piece off shoulder tight fitting dress which ended at two inches above her knees.

"Don't be such a hypocrite. In Delhi you used to like me in short dresses what happened here?" replied Deepali as she raised her eyebrow at him.

"Its fine by me whatever you wear but there is an occasion for wearing a particular dress and we are not going for pubbing we are going to meet my parents where first time I'll introduce you to them as their would be daughter in law." RK tried to explain.

"RK, you know me. I cant change myself for anyone. Aur ye sharmili ladki hone ka natak waise bhi mujhse nahi hoga." Said Deepali as she threw back some of her loose strands of hair back from her shoulder in style.

RK just rolled his eyes at her. It was true that he loved Deepali but there are some moments where he couldn't help but think that Deepali is not at all understanding in some matters and somewhat selfish. He was still not sure about marrying her but for now he loved her and when he saw that his parents were pressurizing him for marriage he decided to settle down with Deepali before his parents could force him for marrying a girl of their choice by blackmailing him emotionally.

Their car entered Motihari and broke down in middle of market. "What happened?" RK asked the driver.

"Dekhta hoon sahib. Aap baithiye main abhi check karta hoon." Driver said and opened the bonnet of the car.

RK came out from the car and looked around. "This city hasn't changed much." He thought and smiled remembering how he and his friends use to race here on their bi cycles.

"Sahab, koi khaas problem nahi hai gaadi garam ho gayi hai paani daalna padega." Said Driver.

"Give me that bottle. I'll bring water." Said RK as he noticed the hand pump in the premises of Radha Krishna temple.

Sweet memories of childhood again filled his mind as he remembered how his mom used to visit this temple daily and he used to tag along as he liked the prasaad of laddu which was distributed here. RK went to the temple and filled the water bottle from hand pump. He was about to go back to the car when a very sweet voice captivated him in its melody. He couldn't go away from there and turned around hypnotized to walk towards the source of this beautiful voice.

Radhe krishna kijyoti alaukik tino lok me chhaye rahi hai

Bhakti vivash ek prem pujarin phir bhi deep jalaye rahi hai

Krishna ko gokul se radhe ko - 2

Barsane se bulaye rahi hai

Dono karo swikar kripa kar jogan aarti gaye rahi hai – 2

RK walked towards the temple mesmerized by the soulful song. He removed his shoes and folded his hands in front of deity. He saw a girl in white churidar and kurti was holding a plate with diya and singing that song. The girl was facing the idol and her back was towards RK. He saw her long hair which came below her waist. She was wearing lots of metal bangles in both hands and matching jhumka pattern earings. He kept looking at her. A sudden urge to see that girls face came inside his mind. He wanted to know the girl who has such melodious voice whether has a beautiful face too?" The girl kept singing.

Bhor bhaye te sanjh dhale tak seva kau nit naem hamaro

Snan karaye wo vastra odhaye vo bhog lagaye wo lagat pyaro

Kabse niharat aapki aur – 2

Ki aap hamari aur niharo

Radhe krishna hamare dham ko jani vrindawan dham padharo – 2

The girl finished her song and bow down her head in front of idol. RK waited with bated breath for her to turn. She finally turned around as she took parikrama. Her eyes were closed. She slowly opened her eyes and forgot to breathe as she found that the love of her life is standing in front of her looking at her so intensely. RK kept looking at that girl as if mesmerized with her beauty. Her kohl lined eyes seems to be deeper then ocean. Her cute button nose reminded him of those cute little plastic dolls. Her puffed pink lips were nothing less than rose petals. The pink round bindi which she put on her forehead between her two perfectly shaped eyebrows seemed like sun is setting between the mountains. Though he liked modern girls in western dresses but she was the epitome of Indian beauty. So pure, so pristine, so divine, so innocent. She hesitantly moved forward towards him. The sound of her anklets brought him out of the trance.

"Prasaad, ye laddu aapko bahut pasand hain na?" The girl said as she extended her hand to offer him laddu.

"How do you know? " asked RK as he took that laddu from her.

"Aapki pasand mujhe nahi pata hogi to kise pata hogi." she said as she looked down shyly.

RK didn't understand a word she said. He was confused and was about to ask when driver called him. "Sahab, paani mil gaya ho toh jaldi aaiye apni car ke karan traffic jam ho raha hai."

RK had to go after that. He reached to his car and cursed himself in his mind. "RK kya yaar kamse kam uska naam toh puchh leta."

He came to sit inside his car and saw Deepali was sulking there waiting for him. He suddenly shook his head as if to shake of the charm put on by that girl on him. He couldn't believe he has brought Deepali with him to meet his parents and a few minutes ago he was drooling over a stranger girl. But he felt that he had some strong connection with that girl, like he has known her since forever.

Madhu on the other hand kept looking in the direction he went and quickly took out her phone, "Hello mummiji, wo pahuch gaye hain Motihari...mujhe yaha mandir mein mile....wo gaadi kharab ho gayi thi shayad....haan ghar hi aa rahe honge yaha se....aap welcome ki taiyari puri kar lijiye main bhi bas nikal rahi hoon." Madhu said excitedly to RK's mom.

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to be continued.....