To falling in love!

“Gum sum ho kyun?

Paas aao na”

Khushi looked up just in time to see her sister pretending to waltz into the room they shared, her face scrunched up even as she continued to sing.

“Roothe ho kyun?

Maan jao na” Tripti swayed and closed eyes as she twirled her way across the room.

Khushi rolled her eyes and then winced as the action made the skin on her bruised upper eye stretch painfully.

“Gumsum ho…Oh shit!” Tripti rushed to Khushi’s side, dropping her school bag on her side of the bed unceremoniously. “What the hell happened to your eye?”

Khushi winced, this time at the sudden shrillness of Tripti’s voice. It simply reminded her of just how much both of them could screech without meaning to. Not that Tripti cared, of course. Such propriety was all Khushi.

“It’s not that bad,” Khushi began as she pried her glasses away from her face and leaned back as Tripti leaned in to look closer into the bruise.

“Not that bad? I am surprised your glasses are intact. How did you manage to do this?” Tripti asked, her eyebrows narrowed and her hands squat on her hips in a manner that made her look uncannily like their mother.

“You look like Mom.” Khushi grinned at her sister and put her glasses back on. “I am jealous.”

Tripti shrugged her shoulders superiorly and walked back across to her side of the bed, plonking herself on it as forcefully as Khushi was used to.

“So, who punched you?” Tripti asked as she pulled her hair free of the pony it was held up in. Khushi watched in silent awe as her sister splendidly raven hair spilled all around her face. Tripti was incredibly pretty. It made her proud. It also made her never want to see a mirror.

“I walked into a door. Don’t ask.”

Tripti shook her head. “Di, what does it take to look where you are going? Or wait, this was before your audition na?”

This was the trouble with sisters. They knew you too well.

Khushi shrugged. “It was but I wasn’t nervous, if that’s what you mean. It was more Arjun’s fault than mine.”

Tripti flung her arms wide and fell back into her pillow. “Arjun Agarwal.” She closed her eyes dramatically. “Please tell me he is just as handsome as he was in Mumbai, Di. My future Jija-sa. I am so proud of you.”

Handsome? Khushi thought about her first reaction to Arjun Agarwal’s sudden appearance a month back. She had used the same word. It seemed like such a long time ago. Especially since the arrival of a certain AV-Sir on the scene. Handsome? Now that word didn’t belong to Arjun anymore, did it?

Killing her own smile quickly, she cleared her throat. “Kill the drama, kid. And just so you know, there is very little likelihood of a future Jija-sa. You better crush all the Hum Aapke Hain Kaun dreams.”

“Arjun had a younger brother if I remember correctly, Di. Hum Aapke Hain Kaun is very possible. Except, I would immensely prefer Arjun to his weasel of a brother,” Tripti said with such matter of fact seriousness that Khushi couldn’t help chuckle. “Plus, Anuj Agarwal was younger than me. And shorter. Not fun.”

“Arjun isn’t all that taller either, you know?” Khushi pointed out and then shook her head. “I cannot believe we are having this conversation.” She said as she went back to the diary that she had open in front of her, a number of songs written and furiously crossed off as unsuitable for the purposes of the Aarohan audition. “Help me pick a song, Trip. You can drool over Arjun later.”

Tripti turned to lie on her left side and raised herself on her elbow. “So you didn’t sing today. Convenient.”

“Nothing convenient about the bruise, I assure you.” Khushi went on even as Tripti plucked her diary out of her lap and started pouring over her list.

Five unnaturally silent minutes later, Tripti shut the diary close with a decisive snap. “Di, we are not singing for Sa Re Ga Ma. Have you looked at these songs? BORING. Not to mention difficult. They will never let you sing such stuff at Aarohan anyway. That is supposed to be a FUN event. Remember FUN?”

“I can’t be singing Kisi disco mein jaayein, ok?” Khushi snapped. And then she was reminded of the girl who sang that sexy club number. And AV-Sir. Maybe Tripti did have a point. Raina beeti jaaye was not going to cut it. Plus, who was she kidding, she couldn’t pull off a Raina beeti jaaye even if she wanted.

“Why ever not?” Tripti asked. “Kisi disco mein jaayein is awesome. So much fun. In fact pick any Govinda song. Guaranteed hit. You don’t even have to technically sing well.”

Khushi rolled her eyes and winced again. “Thanks” She said drily.

Tripti grinned. “You sing well, Di. I didn’t mean that. But seriously, some of these songs,” She held up Khushi’s diary, “will earn you nothing but boo-ing.”

“This is just for the audition.” Khushi said defensively but by now, she knew that she needed to find something fun. “I can’t sing fun songs, Trip. Really. I mean,…”

“Come on, Kaveri Khushi Gupta.” Tripti sat up and straightened her back. “Of course you can. Didn’t you tell me that you were playing antakshari when you get “conned”” she air quoted and rolled her eyes at the word, “into participating? Ab antakshari mein Raina beeti jaaye toh nahi ga rahi thi na?”

“Antakshari mein I was singing Iss deewane ladke ko. I can’t possibly sing that song tomorrow.”

Tripti’s eyes lit up almost comically. “Of course. Iss deewane ladke ko…The only girl from FY Mechanical Engineering singing one of the few songs where the girl gets to flirt. It’s brilliant. It’s perfect. It’s the answer to all problems.” She finished with a flourish, her voice rising to a crescendo dramatically.

“Krishna Tripti Gupta, you have officially lost your mind.” Khushi said as she swung her legs down to the floor and quickly rose to make her way out of the room, ignoring Tripti who continued to extol the virtues of the song Khushi couldn’t even consider in her list of possibilities.


“Genius! She’s a genius!” Arjun exclaimed the next day during lunch. His eyes shined, uncannily like Tripti’s in that moment. “I never knew Krishna was this much fun. Honestly I had her pegged as…”

Khushi looked at him in confusion. “Huh?”

Arjun stopped talking, his hands suspended mid-air. His eyes narrowed.  “Shit! Did I get her name wrong? That would be really embarrassing. I thought her name was Krishna. It was always funny – this thing about the two of you named as rivers. I promise you, some of our classmates even called you the Ganga-Yamuna geniuses…”

Khushi shook her head and held up her hand. “Wait. Stop. You got her name right. It’s just that no one ever calls her Krishna. So it took me by surprise.”

“Oh!” Arjun shrugged and then leaned in curiously. “No one calls you Kaveri. No one calls her Krishna. Why do you have those names then? I mean this is like Hey I am Arjun but you can call me Shah Rukh Khan. You know, naam toh suna hi…”

Khushi slapped her palm against her forehead and winced as her skin stung by the unnecessary force of her own action. “Stop, stop…Arjun really….”

“Shah Rukh Khan” Arjun interrupted with a chuckle.

Khushi stared at him in wonder even as a slip of a laugh bubbled through her lips. “Shah Rukh Khan? Really?”

Arjun threw his hands up in the air. “Who else! The man is gold with women. See even you think better of me because I like him.”

Khushi’s face flushed. Was she that transparent? And how did…

Arjun grinned. “I didn’t actually know you were a fan. But if it helps,” He leaned forward and mock-leered, wiggling his eyebrows and spreading his arms out in imitation of the man in question.

Khushi burst out laughing. “Were you always like this, Arjun? Why don’t I remember?”

Arjun shrugged again and leaned back in his chair, picking up his cup of tea and taking a slow slip as the teasing light in eyes flickered. “You…” He looked away and Khushi skipped a heart beat. What was that flash in his eyes?

But before she could dwell on it any longer, the moment snapped and laughter was back. “You didn’t have time to look up from your books and notice us common folk, Chashmish Gupta”

Khushi’s heart continued to beat hard, hammering against her chest. She couldn’t believe what her sub conscious was telling her. It couldn’t be true. Someone like Arjun – handsome, cheerful, adorably flirty, could have ever felt anything for her…she was fat, wore glasses thicker than bottles of soda the canteen sold by the dozen, cared most about studying and marks…She shook her head. No, it was her filminess playing tricks in her head. Arjun Agarwal couldn’t….

And neither could Arnav Varun, a small voice rang in her head, drowning out the chaos of the cafeteria.

Her choice of song was not going to make any difference. And maybe she needed to just stop thinking how AV-Sir was going to react to her singing and just sing. So what if Iss deewane ladke ko was a flirty song. This was the only way she was going to have fun. And she was going to have fun.

She looked up at Arjun, who was looking at her curiously. “So you think Iss deewane is a good idea?”

Arjun slapped the table hard with his palm, his face alight with a grin. “Of course. It is perfect. Just as bindass as a Mechanical Engineering girl’s choice of song should be. And I can speak out the dialogue in between. I can already hear the whistling. This is going to be a hit.”

Khushi’s nerve withered and died. “You will recite the shayari in the song? God, Arjun…No…Everyone already thinks…” She shook her head.

“What? That we are seeing each other?” Arjun asked with a smirk. “That such a bad thing?”

Khushi’s face flamed again. She cursed herself. Why couldn’t she be cool about all of this? She was eighteen years old, not twelve.  She needed to grow up. Pulling herself up, she looked into Arjun’s eyes. “It would be…but..” She shrugged. “Who cares what others think.”

Arjun grinned and held up his palm which Khushi slapped hers against. “That’s my girl.”

Khushi took a deep breath. It was done. The decision was made. Now…all she had to do was….sing…without fainting…Dammit…what had she gotten herself into?


The spurt of adrenaline lasted exactly thirty minutes. All it took was one look at AV-Sir, sitting in the audience, center aisle, his eyes trained on her and no one else and Khushi was a goner. The orchestra strained and danced in rhythm, preparing for her song of choice but Khushi heard nothing except the loud rancor of her own heartbeat. It was a wonder how she hadn’t yet suffered a stroke given how much exercise her heart got these days.

She turned slightly to look at Arjun who was intently studying the piece of paper in front of him.

“Arjun,” She whispered.

Arjun looked at her once before going back to his sheet. Khushi rolled her eyes. He was nervous. All he had to do was spout some silly shayari in the middle of her song and he was nervous? This was ridiculous. She wasn’t going to do it. Not with everyone looking at them like this. They were laughing. At their choice of song. At them standing together looking jumpy and full of nerves. Even AV-Sir. Surely that was laughter in his eyes. What was she thinking? She couldn’t do this.

“I can’t do this.” She whispered and lowered the mike in her hand. “I can’t sing that song, Arjun. No…I’ll just…I’ll just sing what I had come prepared for.”

Arjun looked at her, his eyes wide in shock. “Kavi, please…come on…I just told the guys,” he said pointing to the orchestra, who were thankfully still tuning themselves to an equal music.

“I don’t care. I am not singing Iss deewane ladke ko…What was I thinking? You get me into all these ridiculous situations and I…I stop thinking…” Khushi said urgently, keeping her eyes away from AV-Sir who was now leaning forward, almost as if he knew what was happening between Arjun and Khushi. Which was ridiculous. He was sitting a good twenty feet away from the stage.

Arjun’s face fell and Khushi felt a twinge of guilt. But Kaveri Khushi Gupta could testify in front of a grand jury in that moment that stage fright was destined to trump guilt any given day, any given moment.

“Are you sure…your song…it’s nice but it won’t get approved. They have this thing about everything being…”

“Yes, I know, everything needs to be fun. But I don’t care. I will sing what I sing. They can all go to hell. Hell, I didn’t want to sing in the first place.”

“God, Kavi, you are panicking.”

Khushi took a deep breath. She was panicking. She looked at Arjun again, this time taking a minute to gather her thoughts before speaking.

“I’m sorry. I know I am being a child but…”

Arjun held up his hand and shrugged. “It’s okay. Whatever you are comfortable with.” He stepped back from her and walked towards the orchestra.

As Khushi let the lyrics of the song of her original choice come rushing back to the fore, she heard Arjun and the orchestra team quickly exchange words about the change in plan. She couldn’t have asked for a better friend than Arjun in that moment because what could have been a rather embarrassing situation with her having to explain why she was changing songs at the last minute, was being handled rather too smoothly by him.

“Guys, what’s the problem? We need to get started on song selection and rehearsal. Can we please hurry up?”

The other final year member on the Aarohan team, Nishant-something yelled out from the right wing.

Khushi swallowed and looked back at the orchestra to check if they were ready.

Arjun nodded and stepped away from the stage to join Nishant Sir and the person on the keyboard Ravi-something nodded at Khushi. He held his thumb up in question and Khushi nodded. As he gave her the key, Khushi closed her eyes and lifted the mike and held it close to her mouth.

“Shhh,” someone yelled and all the noise in the auditorium died down to nothing. It was her stage now.

She took a deep breath and allowed the music to come to her.

“Dil ne kaha, chupke se

Yeh kya hua chupke se”

Her voice trembled slightly. But there was something powerful about the way her voice echoed in the large room. All her doubts and misgivings fell away as the keyboard took over and played the piece of music that lilted through the sound of a sitar and rose to a crescendo merging into the sound of a hundred violins and the echoes of morning mist across the Himalayas thrumming in the vibrations that she felt in her heart.

Kyun naye lag rahe hain ye dharti gagan

Maine poochha toh boli ye pagli pwvan

Pyaar hua, chupke se

Ye kya hua, chupke se

Her feet tapped, her free hand drummed against her thigh, her body radiated warmth that she knew came only from music.

Kyon naye lag rahe hain ye dharti gagan

Maine poochha to boli ye pagli pawan

Pyaar hua chupke se

Ye kya hua chupke se

Titliyon se suna

There was no audience in front of her anymore. She was seven, just as she was when she first heard this song. It had spoken to her even then, the gay abandon of a girl in love, the beauty of the mountains, the fire in her eyes, the soft shimmer of water around and the calls of a fight for freedom. She didn’t understand the movie, she didn’t even grasp the meaning of the words. But when did music ever have to be about that?

Titliyon se suna

Maine kissa baagh ka

Baagh mein thi ek kali

Sharmeeli anchhui

Ek din manchala bhanvra aa gaya

Her eyes flew open and found the deep coal ones she had been avoiding for so long. And suddenly words that had never meant anything more than a song that showcased her untrained talent, took a life of their own. Her mouth curved into a smile, a wisp of hair uncurled itself for her tightly held hair. A soft breeze found the skin of her cheek and it didn’t matter that none of this was real.

Khil uthi vo kali paaya roop naya

Poochhti thi kali ki mujhe kya hua

Phool hansa chupke se

Pyaar hua chupke se

There was laughter in her voice. It had never been easy for her to bring that small chuckle as she had sung this line in the past. And now it came so naturally, like it was meant to be here in this moment, years after she first heard the song, that it would come alive; like it was meant to be for him, for his benefit.

She smiled as took a second to rest her voice, allowing music to continue the journey.

And she saw it mirrored in twin pools of glittering admiration.

Maine baadal se kabhi

Ho maine baadal se kabhi

Ye kahaani thi suni

Parvaton ki ek nadi

Milne saagar se chali

In that moment, she was that river, the embodiment of her own name. And there was an ocean waiting for her. She would find out eventually that the line had sealed her fate in that moment not just as mirror of her name but his too.

Jhoomti ghoomti

Ho naachti dolti

Kho gayi apne saagar mein jaake nadi

Dekhle pyaar ki aisi jaadugari

Chaand khila chupke se

Pyaar hua chupke se

Kyon naye lag rahe hain ye dharti gagan

Maina poochha to boli ye pagli pawan

Pyaar hua chupke se

Ye kya hua chupke se

She allowed her voice to trail away as the keyboard and drums picked up pace and rounded up the song with a flourish. For a second, there was silence in the auditorium. Khushi felt herself breathing hard, like she had been running for the past four minutes. She waited in anticipation her teeth sinking into her lips as she lowered the mic and took a deep calming breath.

The applause that followed, mute as it was due to the limited strength of the audience was as unnerving as the rush of people around her. She could hear words of admiration, smiles and laughter – some curious, some surprised, others gladly pleased. Arjun was patting her on her back and telling whoever cared to listen just how right he was in his judgment of her ability.

But Khushi didn’t care.

All she sought was his approval and amidst all the chaos, she had no chance to see what she really wanted to. She could crane her neck, she could excuse herself and walk up to him. And yet her feet were frozen. The song had awoken something deeper than she had expected of herself. The strength of her own feeling surprised her. It wasn’t possible. Such things were limited to channels of art – films, books, poetry. Life was supposed to be different. And yet, for once, she didn’t want the sane side of her to win. She wanted to believe flimsy net of gold that had spun itself around her.

“Kavi, that was mindblowing, really. It almost felt like it was….”

Khushi looked up at Arjun as the others peeled away, allowing her the glimpse of the audience in front of her. The seat was empty. Her eyes scanned the gallery, the rows of empty seats, the small group of students at the right most corner, the door that remained slightly ajar to the bright afternoon sun. Nothing.

“You sounded inspired! Yes! That’s the word…Beautiful.” Arjun said enthusiastically, cutting into the urgency of her visual search like a screeching note in perfectly rendered symphony.

And yet, it was Arjun she owed this moment of self-discovery to. So Khushi forced herself to smile at friend, ignoring the fact that it felt mechanical. She shook her head to dismiss his praise and dragged her eyes back to the house in front of her.

AV-Sir was gone.

River Song, Music and Lyrics

Song Title: Ho Gaya Hai Tujhko Toh

Album: Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge

Singers: Lata Mangeshkar, Udit Narayan

Music: Jatin Lalit

Lyrics: Anand Bakshi

Aye waqt ruk ja, tham ja, theher ja

Waapas zara daud peeche

Main chhod aayi khud ko jahan pe

Woh reh gaya mod peeche

Kahan main

Kahan tu?

Yeh kaisa

Hai jaadu?

Note: Life just went spiralling out of control. Next update will be significantly delayed (I am thinking at least 10 days at this point). But after that I promise, it (the update schedule) will become regular. Please bear with me!

133 thoughts on “Chapter Six: Cold Feet, Warm Heart

  1. Pyaar hua chupke se :)
    You have created magic Meera , brilliant !!!!
    You know untill i reached to the part of song, i didn’t even realize that khushi would sing this beautiful song!! She has fallen in love and the way you have put her feelings in terms of song, is simply amazing :). I mean every story of yours has created a magical world of love !! After i read Emerald Isles, i never thought that you can surpass that level of brilliance but you have done it and i am just amazed .

    Khushi is underestimating herself too much, based on her conversation with Arjun, i felt like he has feelings for her but never told her !! And that’s what i was thinking the whole time, Arjun and Krishna, Arnav and Khushi, all these characters are so different, and you have paid so much attention to make them different! You are master of describing human nature and emotions Meera :)

    Loving this story and songs :)

    Hope your AD is getting better and you are getting relaxing time :)

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  2. There couldn’t have been a better song for her to sing… trust you to find a song that connects them, quite literally! I wonder if she realized it while she was singing the lines or he, when he heard them. But, the more pressing question is – WHERE DID HE GO?! I mean, I know I expected him to be speechless when she finally performed, but I didn’t expect him to just disappear into thin air. Maybe… he went to gather his thoughts for fear of letting her see how much her singing truly affected him? Uff! I’m eagerly waiting to find out what his reaction is.

    I also love the screen space, if you will, you’re giving to Trip and Arjun. No story of yours is complete without some form of an Aditi and Aman and Trip and Arjun are embodying those roles beautifully. You’ve always given all of your characters the space they deserve in your stories. It’s never just about Arnav and Khushi. I can’t say that I’ve always been a fan of alternate universe FFs, but with you, the question has never arisen. It’s what makes your stories that much more captivating. Thank you for creating another masterpiece and for being kind enough to share it with us.

    Now for a song…

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  3. What is it with you and sisters! Be it Aditi and Khushi in EIT or Tripti and Khushi in this tale, you describe that bond so beautifully! Every little detail and nuance brings back so many memories and is so damn relatable. Wonderful writing Meera!

    Isn’t Jija-sa the Rajasthani way of naming? I mean wouldn’t it be jijaji? I hadn’t known that the Gupta’s were Rajasthani? Or maybe I don’t know the nomenclature of the North that well. Please excuse my ignorance.

    Sigh, Hum Apke Hain Kaun! My most loved movie and top of my favourite list! I can watch it again and again, week after week! *in dreamland*

    I love Tripti’s flair for drama and dialogue-baazi! That’s just like me!!! :P

    “Ganga-Yamuna geniuses” :D

    There we go again, Arjun does seem to have SOME feelings for Khushi in the past yaar. This is like the secind/third hint you have thrown our way.

    Meera, your writing just brings back sooooo many memories of college and crushing on seniors that I often drift away on a tangent in the middle of reading the update! Thank you for writing this!

    I can totally relate to Khushi panicking like that. Though I do not have stage fright but there are moments when I panic real bad and start questioning and second guessing every decision of mine. Another gem of a song you have chosen dear! Once the music started, I was lost in the magic your words weave along with the music blending in so wonderfully!

    It felt so good to see Khushi get all that admiration and praise from the others! Arjun was almost like a proud parent/teacher/mentor in that moment, telling others how he had rightly judged her ability and skill! Why did AV Sir go??? And where???

    Lovely update! Can’t wait to read the next!

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  4. Loved the chapter. Beautiful song selection. Waiting for AV sir’s comments about her song. Loved Arjun and Tripti. Will the future ends them together. That would be awesome and fun pair together.

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  5. I am amazed by the strong connectivity and reliability the Authors have for each other. You guys are selfless, you mentioned you competitive Authors name on your blog, what a rare quality you guys have developed. I don’t think I will ever understand this relationship. You guys praise and encourage each other, like sisters.
    Anyways, coming back to your writing, it is an amazing and incredible work of art. When you were describing the scene where Khushi was singing, its like i was watching a movie, I could see the scene changing from one to another.
    Are you letting Arnav jealous of Arjun? was it the reason he left? Was he having the same feeling?

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  6. piyar howa chupkey sy

    but it is having the effects quite strongky n soon the signs wont let it to b chupkey say. I agree I don’t think yeah ladka was a good choice. loved the description of Khushi’s feelings n her reactions to the lyrics of song. u always leave me mesmerjzed with ur so deep and accurate description of things. Afjun being SRK was great. so its Arjun and Tripti nice. awee Arjun has or had feelings for Khushi. Where did Arnav go n why… loved loved the chapter

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  7. Amazing update!!!…. What an apt, meaningful song that was chosen by khushi…it made me nostalgic too!
    Absolutely wonderful music n lyrics too… Was disappointed for khushi..she couldn’t c Arnavs reaction… Waiting for that!!

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  8. Wow!!! This was awesome Meera! U describe the emotions , reactions of the mundane life so brilliantly yaa… The feelings of anxiety , nervousness n then the interaction between the characters is so so soo natural n relatable.. I could relate to these convis between the frnz n both the sisters so well!!!
    The line in the song which sealed the destiny of our protagonists , Goddd Meera , I was thrilled reading it.. Super excited for this story yaa.. :D
    Your song selection is brilliant.. Taking me back to the melodious era of the 90s.. <3

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  9. Such an aptly named chapter Meera. I could almost feel Kaveri’s nervous, jittery thoughts. Her cold, clammy hands and feet. And then she forgot it all when she began singing. It’s like the music just transforms her into another person altogether. Her insecurities about her supposed lack of physical appeal (particularly in comparison with her mum and sister), her weight, even her wavy hair, just seem to melt away as inconsequential issues. But they are there, large as life. And seeing her AV-Sir not in his seat is going to bring it all back with a bang, I fear.

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  10. Heeeee heeee… I wouldn’t have guessed the song although it completely makes sense…. 50 points for the choice 😊😊

    Now.. Why has AV left Ya?? Not fair man!!! Irritating!! And this Arjun.. Is he going to get all senti on kkg?? Oh Pls not.. Get him a girl Pls.. Ktg?? Yes pls yes pls..

    PS: Anuj..! Really!!

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  11. I feel this ‘Pyaar hua’ song and the moment when khushi realises the meaning of this song and falls in love with arnav is the genesis of this story. I feel that arnav couldn’t bear the feelings khushi evoked in him while she sang this song. May be he didn’t want to feel or couldn’t bear the emotions coursing through him. Is that why he left? Very eagerly waiting to know how arnav felt at this moment. Enjoying every chapter. Thanks meera.
    I loved this chapter a lot.

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  12. Can I please keep Arjun ? I may have to get in line I guess. Why does he have to be so admirable! It’s the little things that he does that make the heart sigh.

    Shah Rukh Khan is gold and as Gaurav says – Woh sirf Star nahin hain, duniya hain meri. If Khushi’s a Jabra Fan like me then we would get along well, really well. :)

    Choosing a fun song, but also something that brings out the talent within, is no cake walk. Khushi’s dilemma of picking one for the audition resonates through and through. Tripti certainly knows how to have fun. Wonder how long it’ll take her to find out about Khushi’s crush. Tripti and Arjun- I would really like that, if it happens.

    Khushi’s choice of Pyaar Hua is apt and she sang it so well probably because she felt all of it and more. Arnav’s eyes conveyed his appreciation but where did he disappear?

    This chapter is sheer magic Meera !
    Ho gaya hain tujhko toh pyaar sajnaa….fits both mine and Khushi’s situation. Khushi falling for Arnav, and me with this story. :)

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      1. Isse dekh ke hi dil mein dhantenan ho gaya !
        Now you’ve done it ! You’re in the list of my favourite people now ;)
        * shifts imaginary collar up *

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  13. This was beautifully written ,absolute magic now I understand why everyone raves about your writing.
    The songs too are so apt – the meeting of Rivers and oceans have inspired many lyricists and authors and poets
    especially in our eastern arts .I know Khushi and Arnav are the lovers here but there is definitely some kind of spark albiet very minor between Arjun and Khushi too.

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  14. My fav song too..funny I had sang the same song and it reminded me of the fun times…

    Very dramatic love story with all movie dialogues..refreshing to read something different!


  15. Lovely update meera…i just imagined whole scene in front of me…
    Pyaar hua chupke se…this song perfectly fitted for the situation…
    Thats my favourite song too…
    I cant pen my feelings after reading this chapter…i mean i think mere words are not enough to describe them…
    Wonderfully written…

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  16. The song u referred at the end is an amazing creation by jatin lalit…thank you once again for helping me to travel back to my school days…those are the wonderful days…

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  17. Dear Meera, I started reading the river again, and am enjoying it just as much. Can’t believe that you started it almost three years ago but every chapter is still so fresh in my mind. Thank you so much for such a lovely, realistic story so beautifully penned.

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  18. Gosh! I had goosebumps reading your description of “Pyar hua chupke se”. Superb chapter Meera. I enjoyed the references to all the 90s bollywood songs. “Kisi disco mein jaye” lol. I love that song :-) Arjun is such a sweetheart. Every girl should have a guy friend like that.

    It’s a bit hard to imagine a fat Khushi. But I am sure she is over exaggerating…chubby maybe, but fat? I doubt.

    I wonder where AV sir disappeared? I have a feeling he is out somewhere singing “Ek ladki ko dekha to….”

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  19. And yet again…2 songs tht i personally associate with first love! So beautifully described…
    Sisters know everything… u just took me back to the time i fell in love and the conversations with my dear sibling, the teasings, encouragement and silent support ♡

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  20. ‘ Tripti was incredibly pretty. It made her proud. It also made her never want to see a mirror.” Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Strange. For both of them, the other is far better-looking. And, yet true. No one can really be happy and confident in themselves. The dilemma is portrayed beautifully.

    So, Khushi does realise that maybe Arjun might feel something. Strange, I believe we do are attuned about if someone crushes on us. We do know somewhere that maybe feel something for us. The likelihood of Arjun having a crush on her perhaps foreign to Khushi, but what I do have to come to understand till date in my life, that the heart has no control over what it wants.

    Khushi is really brave, to sing before her crush. It takes serious guts. Kudos!

    “Kyun naye lag rahe hain ye dharti gagan
    Maine poochha toh boli ye pagli pwvan
    Pyaar hua, chupke se .” – I fell in love with this song coz of you. The perfect song to define falling in love. :)

    “She didn’t understand the movie, she didn’t even grasp the meaning of the words. But when did music ever have to be about that?” – Couldn’t agree more. Songs are much more than that.

    “In that moment, she was that river, the embodiment of her own name. And there was an ocean waiting for her. She would find out eventually that the line had sealed her fate in that moment not just as a mirror of her name but his too.” Love the way your write Meera. The all-knowing way.

    “Ho Gya Hai Tujhko toh Pyaar sajna” – Seems more could not be said. Any more would not justify Khushi’s feelings. In the primary throes of love.

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  21. awesome update yar
    so arjun had some feelings for khushi….it looks like that……
    loving the sisters bond here…..its beautiful…..
    loved the song sequence very much… seems magical….


  22. Hello Meera,

    This update started with both siblings view on songs & then with Arjun was fun too the way he thought he messed up tripti’s name & then SK part..
    Arnac & khushi talks were best & then Arjun showed up too..
    Of course songs were good too…
    Khushi picked such a beautiful song reflecting her own state.. loved the way u explained her own realisation, feelings with song lyrics.. heard the song & continued update.. it made it more good.. but where did arnav disappear..

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  23. Pyar hua chupke se..
    Ye kyahua chupke se..
    Perfect song according to the situation..

    Khushi has fallen hard..
    I hope she won’t get hurt,Meera ..

    Does Arjun feel something for her.. no pls..
    Tripti haina :)

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  24. Love this song.. She fell really hard for him.. She said she didn’t care and still look for him for his approval but he was gone… WHY?? Did he also feel somethings?? EEsshh…


  25. Pyaar hua, perfectly verbalized khushi s thoughts , feelings flowing towards her AV sir, alas where did he go ?
    Pyaar hua had manisha in white ( quintessential Bollywood heroine ) soulful RD ( last movie ) music,river, hills, greenery & beautiful camera work
    Meera, I want to hug you, cos you are a jabra fan too
    You almost had me in tears after this earth shattering revelation (just like Arnav feels dhak dhak looking at the mirror on the night of bangle sequence ) then you post Hogaya hai ❤️What can I say 🤧too emotional like kh
    Arjun is a trooper

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  26. Re-reading it after so many years is such a magical experience all over again. Especially the songs. Covid did something right, the down time to go back to things I enjoyed reading.

    “In that moment, she was that river, the embodiment of her own name. And there was an ocean waiting for her. She would find out eventually that the line had sealed her fate in that moment not just as mirror of her name but his too.” Little hints, you culminated the story here. How did i miss it the first time.

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  27. In that moment, she was that river, the embodiment of her own name. And there was an ocean waiting for her. She would find out eventually that the line had sealed her fate in that moment not just as mirror of her name but his too.

    Meera, please please please continue to write !
    It will be a sin if you don’t.
    I am speechless.

    This chapter was so poetic and rythmic.. Loved every bit of it.

    And DDLJ 😍😍😍

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