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Being the ever advanced and prepared person by personality and also; at the present moment; an ardent and eager Lover - Manik had already conversed about his wish to marry Nandini and to take her along - with Ms. Shrijha.

Ms. Shrijha.

The Matron of the orphanage and an extremely gentle dame who was a mother for Nandini and the only person to whom Manik Malhotra was indebted for the favor she had done on him by giving his Nandini shelter when she was left alone in the world.

A couple of months after their confession; when they had decided concretely on getting together for a lifetime by tying the sacred knot; Manik had personally flown down to Lucknow from Mumbai to meet only Ms. Shrijha and gain her required consent.

She had been emotional when Manik; the famous former Musician and leading business tycoon of the country; proposed to marry her sober daughter with a promise of providing her all the happiness of life and deserved luxuries. Those par for the course doubts of a mother who has raised a daughter had cropped in her heart too but the mere fact that he hadn't seen her or even ever heard her and still loved her - which was evident in his eloquent eyes - eliminated all the ifs and buts and she wholeheartedly; after having a word with Nandini; assented for the alliance and gave her choicest and much needed blessings.

She was well aware of their decision to stay apart for 8 months and also about Manik's arrival to meet his Love and was too much; like a typical mother; enthusiastic for their union.

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With a giddy excited mind, an erratically thudding heart that was swelling to infinity with joy and a mild smile on his lips; he stepped out of the car and walked to the door of the old bungalow where Ms. Srijha stood along with some other people of orphanage to receive him and politely greeted her. After a brief ritualistic welcome; they led him to a small but neat hall and offered a seat on a sofa.

He had shown up a little too early; deliberately; of course; because of the zing to see his Lady Love - who he was sure wasn't even aware of his advent as he had strictly appealed the matron to keep the timings hidden from her.

'Nan .. '

Just when he was about to openly put up the question that had been on the tip of tongue since he had entered; after a half an hour long head - to - head with Ms. Srijha who was speaking about anything and everything but Nandini; when a euphonious sound of someone's Payal fell in his ears and automatically caught his attention.

Surprisingly, out of nowhere; a thought that it could possibly be her cropped up in his mind - his cognizance to the fact that she loved wearing anklets acting as a favorable factor - and this only possibility made him hysterical and delirious.

Understanding his unspoken eagerness that his impatient squinting eyes exhibited; Ms. Srijha smiled and saidAap toh jaantey hongey ke Nandini ko raqs; mera matlab; dance karna bohot pasand hai. Yeh waqt uske practice ka hai. Ussey maloom nahi hai na ke aap aa gaye hain - isliye shayad. Aap chahey toh ussey jaker abhi milsakte hain. Woh peeche baramdey mein milegi aapko.

Controlling his emotions - that were pushing him to cut a mad rag right then and there as he had an image to be maintained before the Old lady - he gave her a smile and hoofed it to the Veranda for the first meet with Love; With her.

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His breaths that were radged and heavy till seconds back; now hitched and got stuck in his throttle as his eyes caught the first sight of a svelte and gracile figure; of hers; swaying alone in her own music and in sync with the gentle flowing zephyr that also played with her long open luxuriant hair - making them kiss and tease and hide her face behind them.

Raising her small hand to her face; she tucked the disturbing stresses with her delicate fingers behind her ear and that very moment; the time and the entire world around him stopped.

She looked Beautiful.

More than he had imagined her to be and beyond every better and best definition that had been ever set to define perfect beauty.

An unspoiled perfection created and carved into a belle in some special chamber of heaven by Almighty.

A gorgeously proportioned exquisite face painted naturally in a porcelain - like complexion with some pale - pink rosiness shading the contours of her slim cheeks. Her eyes like that of a deer - Brown and Doe - glowing with the depths of universal Love, casting off stardust as a diamond casts fire and smouldering like embers in a desert night; reflecting the sheer innocence of her soul. A straight cute nose and full - pink soft lips curved into a breathtaking and peaceful smile adorning her picture perfection -

She looked empyrean.

She was lost in her passion and he was lost in her smile; in her delicacy; in her pulchritude; in her.

Entranced and with beholding eyes; he advanced close to her and her tender heart skipped several beats as then her orbs fell on him when she swirled about for the last time.

Like the universe around them; she froze at her place out of surprise, happiness and delight on seeing him after so long and that too; this time; as no celebrity but her Lover.

With a mirroring smile and tons of Love and reverence sparkling in his eyes exactly like hers, he stepped close to her and asked, spooning her cheek with a shivering hand Kya main tumhe hug karsakta hoon?

She quivered under his touch; his first touch; but at the same time blushed at the way he was admiring her and his act of seeking permission for something he already had all rights to do swept her off her feet.

In her same demure way; that had stolen his heart; she blinked her eyes and understanding the gesture; he smiled more and with gentle hands engulfed her in his arms; fulfilling his 8 - month long woven dream of holding her so close to himself.

A strong possessiveness and protectiveness gushed in him as he basked in the joy of feeling complete - her petite frame having fit perfectly in the void of his muscular arms - and he swore to guard his this pixie from everything and anything bad in the world.

She smelled roses and her warmth was like that of a mother - affectionate and endearing.

He clasped her more to him with each passing second and though meekly; she reciprocated with utmost and all of her Love.

After what seemed like forever; he loosed his grip around her and impressed a warm kiss; first kiss; on her forehead; that sent volts of currents down her spine; and asked, cupping her chin Tumse aaj tak bohot kuch suna hai; sivaye tumhari aawaz ke. Kuch kahogi nahi?

Slowly but surely dealing with her shyness; she raised her lashes and the very next second; Multiple wrinkles creased her forehead as her eyes got locked with his and easily spotted the dewy in his eyes.

Very lovingly; she plucked the lone tear from the corner of his eyes and saidHumein laga tha ke humne aapke saarey aansuoun ki wajah mita di hai. Per yeh?

Her mellifluous voice laced with her unbounded love melted in his ear as warm sugar syrup - more musical than any melody of the world - and after absorbing it completely; he kissed both her hands and answered Yeh aansu toh khushi ke hai. Tumse milne ki khushi. Main tumhe apna bananey ke liye aur intezaar nahi karsakta. Mere saath; meri hoker; puri zindagi ka safar karne ke liye tayyar ho?

Having no different emotions and exactly same or if truth be told; more avidity for becoming his for an eternity - she gave the most succinct answer that could ever be - a wide smile across her rubescent face.

He let out a smitten sigh at her maidenly modesty and then without wasting any other second; scooped her in his arms - that turned her more florid - and proceeded towards the altar to finally take the plunge and tie the knot.

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To be continued!

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