“I have been wondering why there isn’t any video with you. This is a good choice though I wish it had been all three of you singing.” Khushi said as she smiled at Divya. The older woman had just finished telling her about the third song in their album that would feature only Arnav and Divya in the vocals while Nishant-Sir would remain in the background as chorus. There was even a rough recording with Arnav and Divya’s voices that Khushi now had on her phone, one she knew she would be listening to several times for how wonderful it sounded in his voice, for how it brought him right next to her even when he was miles away.

“It’s not one of my favorite songs but it sort of goes with the idea of completing the soulful Punjabi trio. So…” Divya shrugged.

“Oh, I in fact like the song quite a bit. And it’s a theme!” Khushi exclaimed. “Of course! It makes so much sense now. Though,” She chuckled, “Chappa chappa is mostly Hindi lyrics but it I guess it is Punjabi in essence. So it fits the “theme”.” 

Divya chuckled. “Not the best of themes. I’d have preferred a Kishore or Rafi but…”

“I guess everyone does those these days. All the singing contest winners end up releasing albums in this space. This way you do something different and since the songs are more recent-ish, more young folks are likely to watch.” Khushi mused out aloud.

Divya looked at her queerly.

“What?” Khushi asked self-consciously under her former senior’s speculative gaze. “What did I say?”

“You just repeated what Arnav and NK had argued. Almost word for word.”

Khushi er-ed and shrugged, biting back the great minds think alike retort only to have Divya smile warmly.

“I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?” Divya said with a wistful sigh. “I’d say I am sorry but this is so much fun. At thirty, there are few things that make me feel this way. So, you really will have to excuse me. And hopefully stop blushing. Because I am not kidding, Kaveri,” Her voice took on a playful warning tone, “this is going to get worse when Arnav is here.”

“You talk like thirty is sixty!” Khushi shook her head with an incredulous laugh. She knew now why Arjun had been such a Divya Sahay fan back in college. “Where is Nishant-Sir?”

“Nishant. Or NK.”

Khushi took a deep breath. “Where is Nishant?” She asked changing the topic. “You think he needs any help? Not that I can claim to be of any in the kitchen but…”

Divya waved her hands. “He has found this new found passion for tinkering around in the kitchen – can’t call it cooking it has nothing to do with nutrition – because that is too boring,” She said wryly, “Thankfully hot chocolate is something he seems to be able to do fairly well. He’ll be okay.”

Sure enough, Nishant – Khushi emphasized the silence that should have been occupied by the “Sir” in her head – walked in a few minutes later with three steaming mugs of steaming hot chocolate and unsweetened cookies –an unsual choice for lunch but infinitely more convenient given none of them seemed to be interested in making an effort to cook.

They had barely sipped the hot chocolate once each when the doorbell rang, faintly since they were in the den but it might as well have been the church gong at noon in the Vatican for the way it sent her heart drumming. Nishant put his mug down and made to stand up when Divya held on to his wrist and looked at her instead.

“You want to get the door?” She asked with her tongue tapping the insides of her cheek.

Khushi shook her head and gripped the porcelain mug she was holding a little tighter for support. “No I am good here.”

“You sure? I mean I can imagine it’s been what – a week? We understand,” Divya said with a nudge into Nishant’s ribs even as he looked on in what was at least half-embarrassment. “We’ve been there. In fact, NK is still there. You should have seen him when…”

“Divya,” He began and shifted uncomfortably in his place. Khushi almost felt sorry for him. Except his fiancée was making it her life’s mission to make her snap and shout her feelings out aloud just so that she would shut up. If she had been in a less favorable situation, knowledge of Arnav’s feelings-wise, she would have hated Ms. Sahay’s guts.

“I am sure.” She reassured the couple sweetly and sank back in her seat with more nonchalance than she had ever felt in reality. It had after all been only two days and not the week Divya was implying.

So she had no one but herself to blame when Mr and the future Mrs. Pathak left her along to her devices in the den to answer the doorbell which not surprisingly given their delay, rang out again, this time twice in quick succession indicating barely contained impatience.

Khushi’s fingers tingled as she placed the mug of cocoa on the side table and picked up her phone, opening and closing apps at random just so her mind would have something to do other than listen for steps that seemed to be taking forever to make their way down the stairs to the den.

When the sound of footsteps did make it to her ear canal, she was surprised and decidedly relived that it seemed to be just one set. Clearly the newly engaged couple had decided to allow their best friend some privacy. How she would deal with them once the moments of reunion were over and they had to all be in the same room again, she didn’t want to think about. At least this way, she didn’t have to worry about two extra pairs of eyes on her as she…

The gentle tap on her shoulder made her shiver but seemed a little off. Breathing in deeply, she allowed her tucked in leg to fall to the floor and rose, turning slightly to face him.

Except it was not….


Arjun Agarwal’s very visibly bright grin greeted her with warmth she had missed for weeks now. “Hi Kavi.” He said with a wink as she stepped to her side and threw her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Arjun,” She grinned in absolute delight as she held on to him tightly for a long second before she let him go and placed two rather stingy slaps on his arms, her brows knitting in consternation. “I knew it! I knew you were here in the US. Such a…”

“Oww…Amreeka aake violent ho gayi ho Kavi…Or should I say physically expressive ho gayi ho? Was that a bear hug I just got from the world’s most awkward social greeter?”

She slapped him on the arm again. “Shut up. Why did you lie about not being in the US? And don’t say that you wanted to surprise me. You didn’t…”

“I was against this plan given our…” He shrugged with a knowing twist in his brow. “I didn’t want to surprise you,” Arjun said wryly, emphazing the first person singular pronoun. “I had no reason to want to do something nice for you. You aren’t my…”

It was only then that she realized that she had, in the few moments of sighting her best friend, forgotten all about the man she loved. She immediately looked past Arjun towards the steps and saw Divya and Nishant walking down. And no one else.

“Can you believe this?” Divya was saying, her face full of wonder and warmth as she watched Arjun and Nishant exchange back slapping hugs. “Honestly Agarwal, I never thought you of all people would lose touch with us. I was so convinced you are the ace networker.”

“Arre Ma’am…”

“Uff, not you too. College was a decade ago kids. Ab toh Ma’am-Sir chhodo.” Divya interrupted making everyone laugh.

“Bhabhi chalega? I cannot call NK-Sir’s wife by her name. Na baba. Marna hai kya.” Arjun said earning a thump on his back from both Divya and Nishant even as Khushi’s eyes strayed to the stairway leading up and out from the den.

“Phone.” Arjun said as he nudged her before walking towards Nishant and Divya, the new trio now conversing rapidly about the decade they’d wasted.

Khushi turned to look at her phone which was lying orphaned by her mug of now cold choclate, blinking with a message.

She looked at the other three in the room and made sure none of them was paying any attention to her before she swiped her phone and read the messages.

I’m in the kitchen.

She swallowed and looked up to find herself being ignored by the occupants of the room. Still it wasn’t as if she could just walk up the stairs and into the…

So? She typed and hit send.

Come up. I want a better greeting than the one Agarwal just got.

It amused her that he sounded as disinterestedly jealous as he did.

I can’t just walk up to the kitchen. It’s embarrassing.

You are what – a couple of years shy of thirty? What is there to be embarrassed? Come up.

See this is what I meant by high handed, she typed with a small smile. I am not coming. You…you come down. What does this have to do with age anyway? One doesn’t need to be nineteen to be naïve.


She chuckled and shook her head. Achcha? Who hid the fact that Arjun is here in the US from me?

I didn’t hide. I was very careful in my responses to your questions.

She smiled at the message when the phone beeped again. And tell me it wasn’t a good surprise.

She shook her head. It wasn’t.

The phone beeped again immediately. You didn’t look upset to see him.

She looked up at the stairs again instinctively but there was no one. She considered telling him off on plotting given the past and dismissed it. She was hardly upset anyway, which surprised her but not enough to cause her to dwell on her reaction. So she changed her message, her lips curving again as she typed. I wasn’t. But it wasn’t a surprise. I knew something was off. I was just distracted enough to not pursue that line of investigation.

Distracted? Now you are talking. Why?

She rolled her eyes mentally. Stop sending messages. You are in the same house.

Then just come up to the kitchen and greet me properly.


“Just go. This is too obvious even for you.”

Khushi looked up in surprise to see Nishant Kumar Pathak smiling at her. Shiv-ji! Arnav Varun was going to be the absolute death of her. “I’m…”

Before she could finish that statement, fortunately or unfortunately, Arnav walked down the stairs, taking her words and her breath away as he kept his gaze fixed on her and walked like he hadn’t a care in the world. She looked away and clenched her fingers into a fist as everyone turned to greet him and the room burst out with laughter and chatter. Not surprisingly, he stayed in the center of the conversation as Divya made some joke about Arnav’s unblinking gaze, finally forcing him to look away as he dismissed her teasing dryly and walked up to Khushi. Keeping her on tenterhooks, he said nothing to her but leaned in as if to kiss her cheek, only to pick up her mug of cocoa and sip from it directly.

“I’ll make you both a mug each,” Nishant offered.

“Never mind NK. This is Amar-Prem stuff.”

Arnav sputtered and burst into laughs as he wiped his mouth and held the mug back out to Khushi. “Amar-Prem? Really?” He asked redundantly even as Khushi took the mug back, careful not to touch his fingers or meet his gaze. What the hell was happening around her? Till yesterday she was one who couldn’t be bothered to share even open secrets with her closest friend and her sister. And now…

“I think she just meant do dost ek pyaale mein chaai…rather hot chocolate peete hain,” Arjun pitched in. “Andaz Apna Apna wisdom, AV-Sir.”

“Of course. You would gather wisdom from Andaz Apna Apna.”

“Better than gathering wisdom from Maine Pyaar Kiya.” Arjun countered with a smirk of his own.

“Touche,” Arnav said with a serious nod.

“God, you guys still talk in riddles, don’t you?” Divya interrupted. “What’s there to pussyfoot around now?” She said throwing her hands up in the air.

And as if synced by the chime of an inaudible alarm, Arjun and Arnav bent their head in Divya’s direction and asked for her forgiveness in varying extents of drama that made Khushi chuckle despite all else that was prickling under her skin in awareness and awkwardness.


“Abhi, mujhme kahin…

Bbaaki thodi si hai zindagi…”

The notes stayed soft and silent in the now silent room as Arnav sang, his back facing her. She could see his fingers move over the black and white keys uncertainly as they found the rhythm of the song. She felt the music in her heart as tears came as suddenly as the song had. Why he had chosen this particular one at the moment, she didn’t know but…

Jagi dhadkan nayi

Jaana zinda hun main toh abhi

Kuch aisi lagan, iss lamhe mein hai

Yeh lamha kahan tha mera

As his voice hit the highs she had only admired in awe in the original, Arjun cleared his throat and a streak of annoyance flashed through those who were just about falling into the trance of Arnav Varun’s music.

“I know. Everyone – especially Kavi here – wants to stick something sharp and painful in my gut for interrupting this performance. But,” He stood from his couch and shook his head rather dramatically. “This is not a Hindi movie jahan hero can find only large gatherings and apparent occasions of joy to unleash the song of eternal heartbreak as the audience wonders and the heroine brushes tears away discreetly.”

Those in the room, Khushi included, stared agape at Arjun for a long couple of minutes before bursting out into a mixture or groans and reluctant agreement.

“Trust you to come up with this, Arjun, seriously.” Nishant continued to stare at Arjun in what could only be termed open adoration.

“Arre it’s true. From the sixties and Chalo Ek Baar to the nineties mein Aye Kaash Kahin Aisa Hota…”

“Which song is this?”

“Mohra.” Khushi supplied wryly. She had to admit though that Arjun Agarwal, as always, did have a point.

“Aye kaash kahin aisa hota, ke do dil hote seene mein,” Divya sang with little melody and much gusto, only to be joined by Arjun shortly thereafter.

“Ek toot bhi jaata, ishq mein toh,” He sang with Divya. “Ek toot bhi jaata ishq mein toh, takleef na hoti jeene mein.”

“Hey bhagwan!” Nishant slapped his forehead. “What group of filmy crazies is this? Kaveri…you know this song too?”

Khushi grinned and nodded.

“Kaveri is the sardar of this gang. Gabbar Singh hai yeh…” Arjun teased.

Khushi chuckled and allowed her gaze to clash with Arnav’s briefly, taking solace in the shared warmth that was reflected in both their eyes as early evening settled around them. In the moments after Arnav had walked into the den, initial teasing notwithstanding, the group had fallen into easy companionship mostly chaired by Arnav and his executive decision to order in for lunch. Lunch had been eaten amidst talk that meandered and yet stayed firmly rooted in camaraderie and nostalgia. And now, it was, not surprisingly again, time for music.

“Coming back to the point, you can’t just shoot down songs, Agarwal. I really did want to listen to Abhi…But now that you have…you think of a song and Arnav will…” She waved a hand in Arnav’s direction, “sing”

“Sure. Any other commands that we may salute up and execute?” Arnav asked with a raised eyebrow. “But I am not singing alone. Someone,” He looked straight at Khushi, “needs to sing with me.”

Immediately Divya whistled and Arjun winked at Khushi. “Someone,” He nodded at her. “Please do the honors.”

“A male solo to replace a male solo,” Khushi replied easily without looking at Arnav. “If someone is needed to sing along, it will have to be Nishant-Sir…”

“Super idea, Kavi.” Arjun acquiesced surprisingly easily. It became clear why just a second later. “Dilbar Mere would be perfect for this, AV-Sir.”

“Arjun,” Khushi began with a frown but by then the damage was done. Arnav was already walking up to get his guitar. And the song itself was unveiled as the others – Divya, Arjun and Nishant, sat beside her as Arnav sat facing them all on his favorite cushioned stool

The guitar strummed right into Khushi’s heart as Arnav’s voice cast its now flirtatious spell again.

Dilbar mere, kab tak mujhe

Aise hi tadpaoge

Main aag dil mein laga doonga who

Ke pal mein pighal jaaoge



If his rendition of heart wrenching numbers was gutting, his singing flirty ones was plain torture.

Dil se milega jo dil toh mehekne lagoge

Tum meri baahon mein aake behekne lagoge

Hosh kho jaayega

Pyaar ho jaayega

Arjun catcalled and clapped loudly as Arnav winked at him and shrugged at her as if to indicate that it was she who wasn’t leaving him with any option but to embarrass the hell out of her like this.

When the music ended and Arnav bowed to them in mock exaggeration, Khushi turned to Arjun and asked him to keep his suggestions to himself which only made him laugh out louder.

Thankfully, after that the songs were selected with less focus on teasing Khushi mercilessly though in the playlist that followed, rarely was she spared the knowing glances from either Arjun or Divya. Nishant too, on occasion, chuckled in her direction even if everytime with a rueful shrug accompanying his reaction.

Khushi, however, determinedly stayed out of the singing – not as much as a conscious effort as thanks to her now pronounced shyness.

“Let’s do this with the karaoke version. It won’t be the same otherwise.”

She blinked out of her little reverie as she saw Arnav and Arjun already setting up the laptop and plugging in speakers. Before she knew it the song was playing and Arnav and Nishant were listening with the intent of those intensely tuned into recreating the magic with as much precision as they could manage. It was this that made Khushi smile in absolute joy. Here in this room – especially with Arnav and Nishant tuned into each other with music binding them together – she felt completely at peace. Like something from a long time ago had come twirling across the universe to a full circle.


Makhtool jigar

Nishant started as the karaoke chorus supplied the suffixing Ya Baba

Kaatil hai nazar

Arnav joined, waiting patiently as Nishant had for the chorus.

Ik mahajabeen

Ek noore nabeen

Rab ki rubaai, ya hai tabaahi

Gardan surahi, boli Ilaahi

Arnav and Nishant’s alternating voice streamed through the karaoke video with the pre-recorded chorus Ya Baba fitting in perfectly with their easy capture and regurgitation of the song and it’s notes But it was the unabashed fun that they seemed to be having with the song that came through most. It was easy to see why they wanted this to be their next video. It would have never occurred to her but it fit perfectly with Nishant’s slightly Sufi voice and Arnav’s now playful notes.

Afghan jalebi, mashooq farebi

Ghayal hai tera deewana

Arnav sang with shy grin as he looked at the floor.

Bandook dikha ke kya pyar karegi

Chehra bhi kabhi dikhana, he looked up straight at her and winked – slightly enough for others to have missed it but evidently enough for her to feel the tug that almost always seemed to make her want to kiss him senseless – even when he did things like this to…

Bhai Wah Bhai Wah

She smiled as Nishant pitched in and sang the next lines with unrecognizable zest

Khawaja ji ke paas teri chugli karunga

Main teri chugli karunga

Haan teri chugli karunga

Anguthi mein qaid teri ungli karunga

Main teri chugli karunga

Haan teri chugli karunga

Perhaps it was the recently concluded engagement that cast special light on the words but suddenly Khushi found herself clapping just as enthusiastically, even participating in the chorus as they all joined in celebration of the official couple’s ongoing and imminent happiness.

By the time song ended three minutes and almost fifty seconds later – twice all over – it was evident that Sufi / Qawwali would be their new theme for the next trio with Afghan Jalebi recreation being priority number one on the release.

River Song, Music and Lyrics

Song Title: Gaate The Pehle Akele

Album: Khamoshi (The Musical)

Singers: Kavita Krishnamurthy, Shraddha Pandit, Khusnum, Chorus

Music: Jatin Lalit

Lyrics: Majrooh Sultanpuri


Hum toh suna, jo jaata hai

Woh laut ke, phir aata hai

Baat achchi hai na?

Baat sachchi hai na?

Baaje re baaja hamara, naache re sansaar saara

Pyaar se muskura, kya hua bhool ja


1. Belated wishes to you, Priya (ladkikijhy). Hope you have a wonderful year ahead!

2. Next Update: Wednesday, Oct 18, 2017, late night IST

3. Thank you all for reading and being with the River! I understand that these chapters are hard to comment on. Some times life catches up. Sometimes, you just don’t feel like saying something. Whatever the reason, if you are unable to say something here, I understand. Please do not apologize – that makes me so guilty! If and when you have anything to say, I am always here!

304 thoughts on “Chapter Twenty Two: Cats Out of Bags (I)

  1. Speaking of Amar Prem, I had all sorts of chingaris bhadkoing at this Natkhat Arnav Varun. So, I’m happy that it was he who sang tumne pukaara aur hum chaelin aaye 😊

    PS – Is it ajeeb to confess it will take me time to get used to Khushi referring to Nishant without the sir?!

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  2. Adorable and an absolutely delightful chapter. Loved reading it esp for the great camaraderie shared between them despite them not staying in touch for a decad. Meera it was so well written that I could visualise the whole chapter . Was expecting Arjun’s entry in this chapter and he as always is a live wire keeping everyone around him filled with laughter. Does his coming to see Kushi got any thing to do with Jr Gupta

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  3. Heyyy di!!! The update was so much fun to read…arjun surprise✌✌poor kushi all are having fun at her expense😂😂 all the songs u put out der…magical😍😍😍..I am going to listen to the old songs whch I don’t know…u really have huge knowledge on music di👏👏👏 Arnav singing dilbar 😂👌totally loved the update😘😘

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  4. Hi Meera!!
    This story of your’s is a pure bliss to read and forget AD completely. Wish I can say more in words. Thank you so much for this river journey:)

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  5. Loved the cute message exchange between ArShi.. Songs were so beautiful.. had a great time enjoying teasing of Khushi.. happy to see arjun and easy camaraderie between the group.. loved the amazing update.. :)

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  6. Meera – Just want to let you know, I am here And still reading but I do find myself with nothing to say regarding the story. Not because of any lack in the story but because Hindi song lyrics and meanings are not my forte and I am not familiar withhe songs

    Wish every one here a Happy Diwali

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  7. Love and a cough
    cannot be concealed.
    Even a small cough.
    Even a small love – Anne Sexton

    “Cats”…as in plural 🤓🤓??? I was going to say I am beginning to miss Arjun. And he never disappoints. Looking forward to these kittens chasing and killing.

    Divya is that friend I don’t particularly care for. The know it all teasing bothers me, but I’m glad Khushi is more mature than me. In fact this Khushi is someone else alright.

    What’s with Khushi and her aversion to kitchens? Doesn’t she realize the entree is luscious and robust…and she chooses to stick with the sides…sigh…this girl…I guess she is the same after all.

    The singing…”The only thing better than singing is more singing” – Ella Fitzgerald
    Or better yet, singing with friends…😘🤗

    I miss being here more. I thought I could get here sooner, but my husband made me a laborer for his landscaping project and had me haul river rocks back and forth….and those pebbles kept giving me snide looks, mockingly asking ‘remember us?’ 😏😏. I will be a little erratic until I kinda get some control over things. Meera, I won’t apologize, but please know I’d rather be here 🤗. Fabulous as always. Thank You and Happy Week!!!!

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  8. I dreamt of The River last night. Everything was the same; engineers, MBA, Detroit, all of that. But Arnav is married. Yep. Not to Khushi. Yep. And is still pursuing Khushi. The wife, (who mysteriously looked like future-me — tall, fun, awesome in general. But the hair is unrealistically neat, while I’m the queen of messy buns.) is seemingly okay with the other woman in her husband’s life.. And the bizarreness does not stop here. Apparently, I know that this story, our story – is being written by a certain someone called Meeraji, and I’m confused by what she’s planning to make Arnav say/do to his wife, for all that is going on. I sleep restlessly one night, wake up sweating, and decide to meet the author of my husband’s love story, first thing in the morning.. and then I woke up, more confused than the dream-me. :D

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    1. Did I mention you should be crafting tales? I am suddenly very excited about the prospect of my writing retirement. You have a knack, my dear. Don’t let that go

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    2. 😄😄😄
      You dream of good things Appy! AV! unrealistically neat hair!! 😁

      You know what… I recently read this and couldn’t agree more 😄😄
      – You can’t control everything, your hair was put on your head to remind you that! 😄

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      1. I knoooowwww. I once pulled the “My hair wants me to stay home, Amma” to get out of a pooja/function/generic family do where t-shirts weren’t allowed, on a particularly bad hair day. It was so bad it could be dubbed cotton candy hair day. Dad appreciated my attempt but said it was a pity that I thought what my hair wanted would have a chance against maatey. Needless to say, I squeezed myself into ‘something nice’, and applied kilos of product in my hair and begrudgingly went. The jalebis were good though. So you win some you lose some, ay.

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  9. Meera – I couldn’t read the last few updates due to work commitments and I just caught up with everything. I have run out of words to praise you and the way you are taking the journey. My heart kept going pitter patter reading the last few updates. Hats off to you! Now waiting to see how the Arjun Tripti angle gets revealed to Khushi 😊

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  10. Love this stage of their relationship – cant stop thinking about each other and cant wait to be with each other and no one else :-)
    The messaging was cute – light flirting that comes with the security in the relationship.
    Love Arjun – he is the kind of person who brings cheer with him. He is there – but letting the real cat out of the bag is what I am waiting for – next update? I really like that he and Arnav are already good friends and close enough to confide to each other. That is extremely important for sisters and their husbands !

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  11. i am surprised to see Arjun act so cool..I don’t mean he needs to feel bad about it, I just didn’t know he had an idea of what was going on…so may be i was expecting him to be surprised to see them together…But i guess cat is yet not out of the bag!!!
    But then, i have never been so happy to see Arjun back…god, i missed him..he brings a lot of energy with him…and khushi’s way of gretting him was proof enoough that how far they have come along the way of their friendship…
    WeLL, khushi is struggling with all her awkwardness…best time for friends to have fun…
    Lovely update…let’s have some more fun with khushi and Arnav too..he seems to be so undisturbed…

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  12. How ridiculously pleasing is this to the heart! I cannot tell you, even if I tried.

    I loved Arnav’s – I want a better greeting than the one Agarwal just got. and of course the ‘Witch’. Slap his back in appreciation from me, will you? :D 

    Arjun, Arjun. Not one sad face will you find with his arrival. We can see just how much Khushi missed him. It’s really great to have him and the infectiousness back. Speaking of the cat in his bag, ready to shed some blood is he? Or has Tripti’s recent inconsolable deliberations pushed him to finally spill the beans and consider seeking aid of Khushi’s privilege as a sister and a friend. Maybe she can dust away some of Tripti’s misgivings, after she’s given them some grief (because she has the right) and then given them her blessing of course. I’m curious to see how this plays out and to know the answers of two questions she may direct to Arjun and Arnav respectively – How long has this been going on? & How long have you known? (I’m definitely preparing popcorn tonight. :D)

    Aha! Mini Aarohan was right. Well, she’s yet to sing with him but that will happen, won’t it? I promise you I wrote that part of the previous comment well before you posted this chapter. And the songs – I can easily see why Dilbar Mere was torture. That makes me wonder if Khushi will stick to her five month moun. Definitely not going to be easy.
    Afghan Jalebi – So that’s what the comment not so long ago was about. That song is something. Funnily, for no reason, I can visualize Arjun standing in between AV and Nishanth with a makeshift dupatta veiling him, much like the one Katrina pulls off in the original, and doing a move while the other two sing Khwaaja ji ke paas teri chugli karunga…

    I haven’t forgotten the flute. Show us a section of him playing it, please. If by any chance you have him doing the Kal Ho Na Ho instrumental on that, then just…….let’s just say I will die a happy woman.

    Beauty, Meera. Everything is fun, but still such a beauty.

    Oh and dear P, belated (I guess I’m putting that word to shame) birthday wishes! I hope it was all you wanted it to be and more. :)

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  13. Oh wow… wat a Rocking update !!…..So glad all the fun , comfort and happiness is back in their lives….The afghan jalebi recreation was so peppy n rocking….could actually feel that positive energy while reading it…..Glad Arjun is here ….n all that awkwardness between the trio has changed to long lasting friendship n loads of fun together!! …the update was indeed refreshing to read!!

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  14. OMG.. Arjun is in US!!!! Poor Khushi she is being subjected to too many surprised this week, thank God they are all pleasant ones. But I never expected Arjun to be in US and hide it from Khushi, I assumed he was working on his romantic interest given that Tripti seemed to be very upset with her last call with Khushi.

    Arnav definitely knows how to flirt especially through messages and the little hint of jealousy to her greeting Arjun was awwww. Absolutely loved the Afghan Jalebi song, this was my first time hearing this song. Although Arjun has moved on, I was skeptical about his reaction when this relationship would be revealed to him. I am elated to see them so comfortable in each other’s company.

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  15. Awww..
    It’s like another Aarohan..

    Dilber mere….
    one of my all time favorite songs..

    All the three guys once smitten by Khushi r there but they r sorted now..
    It’s so good to see them all so happy..

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  16. Arnav returned from LA after 48 hours and they still did not get a private moment for themselves. It looks like Arjun is already in on Arnav and Khushi’s rekindled relationship. As much as everyone is enjoying the songs and pulling Khushi’s leg, I feel bad for both Arnav and Khushi. With Arjun in the vicinity and them at Nishant’s place, they are not going to some time for themselves until they go back to the Inn. If Arjun tags along, then even that is not possible.

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    1. Lol..
      We n our worries for this wonderful couple..

      Raji.. I m out of station n not finding any time to read updates from Sohni, Meera bell n Archi..

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  17. किसी पत्थर की मूरत से मोहब्बत का इरादा है
    परस्तिश की तमन्ना है,
    ईबादत का इरादा है
    किसी पत्थर की मूरत से मोहब्बत का इरादा है
    परस्तिश की तमन्ना है,
    ईबादत का इरादा है
    किसी पत्थर की मूरत से…
    जो दिल की धड़कनें समझे
    ना आँखों की जुबां समझे
    जो दिल की धड़कनें समझे
    ना आँखों की जुबां समझे
    नज़र की गुफ़्तगू समझे
    ना जज़्बों का बयाँ समझे
    नज़र की गुफ़्तगू समझे
    ना जज़्बों का बयाँ समझे
    उसी के सामने उसकी
    शिकायत का इरादा है
    उसी के सामने उसकी
    शिकायत का इरादा है
    किसी पत्थर की मूरत से मोहब्बत का इरादा है
    परस्तिश की तमन्ना है,
    ईबादत का इरादा है
    किसी पत्थर की मूरत से…
    सुना है हर जवान पत्थर के दिल में आग होती है
    मगर जब तक ना छेड़ो,
    शर्म के परदे में सोती है
    ये सोचा है की दिल की बात उसके रूबरू कह दे
    नतीजा कुछ भी निकले आज अपनी आरजू कह दे
    हर इक बेजान तक़ल्लुफ़ से बगावत का इरादा है
    किसी पत्थर की…


  18. I need a better welcome than Agarwal , witch were lol
    Sweet msgs
    Aarohan ( Phir se )
    All three IE- V chahanewale of Kaveri 💕ek saatb
    Why is Arjun not surprised
    Arjun lighted up the entire house
    Is khushi going to talk to Tripti regarding Arjun
    That would be a nice change for kh & us , outsmarting the pesky younger sister & friend

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