Silver-Topaz

Arnav watched the mesmerizing dance performance of his wife in awe. She was dancing to the song Taal se Taal.  Her moves were agile, graceful, creative, intricate, polished, rhythmic and what not. It is the first time he saw her dancing.  She looked at him in mischievous smile when she danced for the next stanza. Maana anjaan hai tu mere vaaste (I agree that you're a stranger for me) Maana anjaan hoon main tere vaaste (I agree that I'm a stranger for you) Maana anjaan hai tu mere vaaste (I agree that you're a stranger for me) Maana anjaan hoon main tere vaaste (I agree that I'm a stranger for you) Main tujhko jaan loon (Let me understand you) Tu mujhko jaan le (You try to understand me) Aa dil ke paas aa (Come closer to my heart) Is dil ke raaste  (From the path that leads to my heart) Joh tera haal hai (What your condition is) Woh mera haal hai (The same condition is mine) Is haal se haal mila ... (Match your condition with my condition) As she sway

 "Yes Sir, I checked thoroughly , it is a maxcall sim card registered under Khushi bhabi's name. I mean someone might have used her ID copies to get the connection." "fine. Just let me know if you get more info on this." He hang up the call and looked at his wife. Her angelic face was filled with concern.  He had read somewhere that trust is that foundation upon which your relationship can survive the hardest of times. In fact, without trust, you cannot sustain your relationship for a long time. Now he knew- not only he likes Khushi, he trusts her also.  He realized their relationship is stronger than he assumed.  Taking a new sim card is very easy if a copy of ID proof is submitted.  "What happened Arnavji?" "Khushi your ID cards are with you only right?"  "Haan. Its with me. Why?"  "Other than collage did you give your ID copy somewhere else? or anyone has the copy?" "No. No one else have the copy. At home there sho

 Khushi retired for the day with a yawn . It’s been a really hectic day- shopping, selecting jewelries, finalizing wedding stage decoration etc. In between Arnav's messages came. like, "Where are you?" "Did you have food?" "message me when you are free.." She replied him with short answers- "@jewellers", "Yes. From Puranmal and U had?" "OK". Throwing herself down on bed she unlocked her phone and typed a message to him. "Hi.. Where are you?"  Her phone vibrated with his reply in the very next minute. "Finally you remembered you have a husband." She smiled and typed a reply. "Sorry, was busy with the wedding planner." "Ok. wait. I will call you on facetime. " She suddenly got up from the bed and looked at the mirror.  She is wearing the Pink Silk Nightdress gifted by Payal on her wedding. Her sister asked her to wear it on her Suhagraat. Little did her sister know the truth about her

 Khushi was looking was looking flustered and embarrassed. She tried to move away from Arnav but he held her close firmly and looked at Akash as if nothing had happened. "What happened Akash?" "I am really sorry bhai and bhabi. The door was open. I came in search of Payal. Buaji was looking for her. " Akash said fighting a smile. "She went to help Di with something. You will find her downstairs. " Arnav replied in a normal tone. "Ok.. Sorry once again. And bhai I will close the door while leaving, you guys can continue what you were doing." Akash winked playfully and left from there closing the door behind him.  Khushi looked here and there refusing to meet his eyes. He lifted her chin upward, looked straight into her eyes, his eyes reflected tenderness when he smiled. She smiled back.  "Still angry with me?" He asked in a small voice gently caressing her soft cheek with his thump.  "Not angry.. I am afraid." "Afraid of

  "I asked you to take a photograph of Payal and Akash and publish it. Who asked you to go behind Anjali?" "Excuse me... You are not my employer to shout at me like this. You gave me their hotel details and room number for your hidden agenda. When I went there,  I saw a better breaking news than Akash-Payal story so I used it for my benefit. I need your help from now. You have to pass me each and every detail of Anjali and Shivaay's wedding. Our channel should get it first before anyone.  Now don't show me your attitude, If I reveal your name to ASR or anyone you are done." Madhumati gritted her teeth in anger and cut the call. That chit of a girl has the audacity to threaten her. She befriended a young journalist Tina during the time of Arnav and Khushi's reception. As she was the relative of Raizada's the girl gave her number. When Anjali, Payal and Akash left for the evaluation camp she called Tina and asked her to click a picture of Payal and Aka

 Senior Jha struggled to get up from the floor as Arnav and Akash watched him in fury. The old man uttered a choked curse and stood on his feet wrapping one arm around his abdomen. "Mr. Jha right now I just wanted to show you that I can slit you open and splash around like a child in a muddy puddle in your own office. Nothing will stop me from doing that. But you forgot a lesson , never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we'll have to go over the lesson the next time I see you , which will be soon." Mr. Jha held the headrest of his chair for support and snapped. "You are threatening me? Don't forget I am an experienced old player, you guys are still .."  "That is exactly what I wanted to say. You have become old now. So better mend your ways. And we will make pay for what you did to our Di. You will regret it very badly old man. By the way turn on the TV after one hour." Akash cut him in before the old man could complete h

"Have you totally lost it?"   Shivaay stamped his legs, blinded by rage. "That is the only practical solution Shivu." His father tried to explain. "Solution for what exactly? How can you even suggest something like this? This is like a punishment for helping her." "No Shivu.. Please listen to us. This fake news will destroy her future and yours too. Don't think this as a punishment. Anjali is a nice girl and her family is also nice. She will be a perfect wife for you." He finally understood his family's real intention behind this. "Oh.. So this is the matter. Now I get it. But sorry I am not going to marry her. You cannot force me Maa" "We are not forcing you.." "Oh really? Then what the hell were you people doing in past one year?  Now tell me one thing honestly. Was it any of you who called the media people there ?" He snapped at his family. "What are you saying? You think we can do something like tha