RaYa & AriKa fanfics!

Her face began to turn pale and her hands trembled like dry leaves. What was he doing there? Who called him? Though her heart had stopped beating but her brain was pacing up fast. It was her sister's wedding, she did not want to create any ruckus and spoil the fun. The last few days had come down as a blessing for her and her family. Amma and Chitti agreed to give Sherry's hand in Vishal's. Her baby sister was finally going to be a bride and would make a beautiful wife to Vishal. The pre-wedding fun was a pleasing affair. More so because she had her Mr.Khanna with her, standing with her, supporting her and helping her out, ending up increasing the fun and excitement. Never had she imagined her life to be so blissful.   Two days back, on the occasion of haldi, Karan came up with this idea of having a combined haldi ceremony rather than separate ones. This turned out to be more of an excuse for spending more time with Tipsy at her home. While everyone had got busy in...

He rested himself against his gia nt allurin g vehicle which was parked in the bustling sabji mandi. He had no qualm on his face. His eyes were glued only at one frame though he was continuously gathering innumerable eye balls. His fans approached him for his autograph and selfies but he gently rejected the very idea. His mind was occupied by something, or better to say, someone. Someone who was as important to him as water and air are for all of us. She stood there a few metres away. Though he could not hear her at all, but was carefully noticing even the smallest of her actions. Her face looked pale, may be she did not have enough of sleep for the last few nights. She looked weak, why was she suffering, why wasn't she opening up? His eyes got stuck on her thin rosy lips. He tried all his skills to decipher her conversation with the sabji waale bhaiya. She held a carry bag which was filled with vegetables right till the top. Palak was even popping out of the bag. 'Pu...

Priya was leaving the room after ordering him to smear gulaal on her. It was her first Holi in that house, the first with him. It was a ritual that she had seen her parents following on the festival of colors, that her father used to put gulaal on her mother and then her parents used to color others. All she wished was to follow the same ritual with her man. And somewhere knew that her stubborn yet obedient husband won't disappoint her. Ram was left helpless and perplexed. On one hand he was yet to comprehend on the intense happenings of last night and on the other he had to follow his wife's commands as well.   He stole glances at her retreating frame, "you're impossible, Priya" he spoke to himself. Holding the door, she turned back to say, "jaldi aaiyega, Aapko mujhe rang bhi lagaana hai." Saying this she left the room. After a few minutes, he crawled up and sat with the support of the head rest, covering himself completely with the comforter...

The night once again witnessed the unison of two souls. As someone has wisely said, whatever happens, happens for good. Her outburst at his office the previous evening, the embarrassment, pain and guilt that he went through when he held someone else thinking her to be his wife, she got drunk, one thing leading to the other. As if it was all conspired by the angels above! The pain of separation, longing, emotional breakdown had to come to rest.  Ram's pleasant sleep broke due to something. Lazily, he opened his eyes and realised his nostrils were filled with the mesmerising fragrance of Priya's hair that weakened his senses. Her angelic face was so close to his chubby cheeks. She laid in deep slumber comfortably resting herself very close to him. Her soft hands rested securely over his chest, getting the feel of her favourite music, his heartbeats. He smiled looking at her. The dazzling memories of their love making flashed in front of his eyes. The way both broke down in...