EPILOGUE

Again a morning and this time a beautiful one because it has been a month since his chirraiya was with him. And he being a proud husband watched his wife winning the national dance competition in front of his whole family and everyone was happy and especially Rudra who was dancing right there. His little wife was now his happiness, his muse, his love and his life.

"Aap phir hume dekh rahe hain" she said smiling. "Aadat hai Mrs Oberoi" he sighed leaning to the door. The door hit the floor as he stumbled "samhaal ke Mr Oberoi, phisal mat jaeiga" she said grinning. He started to her with the eyes glued to each other. Not going to her he went near the music system to turn the voice loud. "Aap kya kar rahe hain?" her eyebrows knitted together. "trying to learn dancing" he winked.

Mohe rang do laal
Mohe rang do laal
Nand ke laal laal
Chhedo nahi bas rang do laal
Mohe rang do laal

He swirled her making her land on his chest. She started with her mudras and he was moving around her in a circle. He picked up his palette and without her notice rubbed the colour on her shoulder blade as her breath hitched.

Dekhu dekhu tujhko main hoke nihaal
Dekhu dekhu tujhko main hoke nihaal

he swirled her once more making her face him. Gently brushing her hair off he coloured her cheeks with the same paint.

Chhu lo kora mora kaanch sa tann
Nain bhar kya rahe nihaar

She shifted back tilting her head up trying to run when he caught her sliding his arms to her bare waist with her head shaking in a no to for her running away.

Mohe rang do laal
Nand ke laal laal
Chhedo naahi bas rang do laal
Mohe rang do laal

With the breath mixed together he gently brushed his lips to hers slightly tasting them. Both had their art and their muse mixed with each other and the night being the most special one.