Thursday, February 14, 2013

SS: The Wrong Name - Part 10

The Wrong Name

Wedding Day: Morning

The Gupta household was in an uproar. It was time for the haldi and they were running late. Khushi and Payal refused to sit still. The haldi water and the joda for the girls had yet to make an appearance. Lunch would be delayed because a cow had eaten the pattals on which lunch was to be served. Although how a cow had gotten in there was still a mystery. Happyji had been sent off post haste to find some more pattals. Garima’s nerves were frazzled to bits, and her Nanad’s constant ‘Hai re Nandkisore!’ wasn’t helping her one little bit. Thankfully, her relatives had succeeded in keeping Madhumatiji out of her earshot for the last hour, but that was only a short lived peace.

‘Hai re Nandkisore!’ Buaji facepalmed. ‘Have the Raizadas sent the haldi water yet or not?’

Shyam got out of the car in front of the Gupta house. His stomach churned, his head ached, and he had to swallow the bile constantly rising in his throat. Having to deliver her clothes and haldi was making him physically sick!

‘Shall we go, Damaadji?’ said Mamaji getting out of the passenger seat.

The two of them opened the trunk and took out the shagun for the haldi as well as the joda for each girl. Shyam took the ones meant for Khushi. Mamaji took the ones for Payal - after all, she was going to be his bahu. They approached the front door which was wide open. Inside was a scene of chaos.

They stood at the door waiting for someone to see them. Garima did.

‘Come in, please,’ she said, smiling widely. ‘Is that the haldi and the jodas?’

They came in and sat down. Buaji came in bustling and sat down with them.

‘Would you like some tea?’ asked Garima.

‘No, thank you,’ said mamaji. ‘Sorry we got delayed, but you know how it is in a house with two weddings,’ he smiled.

‘Yes, of course,’ said Buaji.

Shyam looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of Khushi. It didn’t go unnoticed by Garima.

‘Kisey dhundat ho, bitwa?’ she asked him kindly. Who are you looking for?

‘Umm... no one,’ said Shyam, feeling like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

‘That joda is Payal bitiya’s,’ said Mamaji, ‘and this one is Khushi bitiya’s,’ mamaji pointed to hers.

‘Okay, thank you,’ said Garima gratefully, looking at the pile of clothes and jewelry boxes accompanying them.

‘You know, Arnav bitwa has designed all of Khushi’s clothes and jewelry,’ mamaji said proudly. Buaji and Garima nodded wide-eyed. Their damaad made women’s clothes and designed bitiya’s also?! They were in awe!

‘Come, damaadji, we should be going,’ said mamaji, standing up. Shyam stood up too, having stayed tongue-tied all this while.

They left without catching a glimpse of the elusive Khushi.


Wedding Day: Late Afternoon

Shyam walked into his room to see Anjali putting finishing touches to her make up. He smiled and walked over to her, holding her shoulders, looking into her eyes in the mirror.

‘Rani Sahiba,’ he said. ‘You look beautiful.’

She simpered. ‘Thank you, Shyamji. But why haven’t you changed yet? We have to leave for the venue in half an hour.’

‘Are you wearing this for the wedding?’

‘Yes, do you like it?’ she pirouetted for him, to show off the deep purple and green net saree she’d selected to wear for the wedding, the large peacock earrings swinging from her ears.

‘Hmmm ... something is missing,’ he said.

‘What?’ she looked scandalized!

‘Wait,’ he said, moving over to his bag.

‘What is it?’ she asked as he turned around with something in his hand.

‘Something I would like you to wear today, Rani Sahiba, so that near or far, I can always feel you,’ he replied.

She smiled coyly, eyelids lowered, as he walked around her, spritzing her liberally with the bottle in his hand. The perfume of vanilla and citrus rose in the air. He breathed in deeply. Ah! Shalimar!


Wedding Day: Evening

Two weddings. Two mahurats. The first one for Arnav and Khushi. The second one for Payal and Akash.

He watched in abject misery while Arnav leaned over and gently moved Khushi’s maang-tika aside, before filling her parting with the bright color of sindoor. A few drops landed on her nose. Arnav went to wipe it off, when Anjali teasingly said, ‘Chotey, that just shows how much you love her.’ Shyam gritted his teeth at his wife’s grating voice.

The wedding was over. Arnav and Khushi were now officially man and wife. Anjali helped them up. He gathered his wife in his arms and kissed her on her forehead, just below the sindoor that he’d placed with so much love in her parting, as the whole crowd, except one person cheered and wolf-whistled.

They stood side by side as the wedding for Akash and Payal commenced. Arnav couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, though, even to pay attention to his brother’s wedding.

She glowed in the crimson lehenga choli he had designed for her. It was all red, but her veil was a dark green, all the delicate embroidery in gold. Her jewelry was all diamonds and emeralds - interspersed with rubies, one large one at her throat. With the mangalsutra around her neck and the sindoor in her hair, she glowed as she looked up at her new husband.

Shyam glowered as he looked at her new husband. He had failed. Failed miserably. Tears filled his eyes. His life was shattered. Arnav may have made her his, but her heart would always be with him, he thought. He couldn’t help his beautiful bird now. It saddened him immensely. A sadness that rose from his gut and came up his throat. The pain in his heart was ... stabbing him.

Finally the weddings were over, the guests departed, the bidaai was over, and the Raizada clan had returned home with their two newest members.

Shyam sat morosely on a chair watching everybody participate excitedly in the games. He didn’t have the energy to play and had excused himself from them.

Anjali came over to him. ‘Shyamji, come. We have one more task left to do,’ she said, holding out her hand to him.

He sighed and got up and followed her.

They went to Akash’s room first and made sure all the candles were lit, before heading over to Arnav’s room. Like Akash’s room, this one had been converted into a room full of light and color and flowers, the reds and whites stark against the neutral tones of the decor. They lit the candles, and scattered rose petals on the bed. Everything was perfect for the suhaag raat of Arnav and Khushi. And he had a hand in it, he thought, scrunching his face with the pain in his chest.

Anjali took one last look around as Mamiji brought Khushi to the room. Shyam watched from the side as Anjali and Mami helped Khushi sit on the flower-bedecked and strewn bed, drawing her veil over her head so only her nose and chin were visible, her hands clasped over her raised knees. He took one last look at her, printing that image in his mind, before he turned around and walked away, only to see Arnav and Akash coming up the stairs to go to their respective brides.


Continuation from IF. Read on only if you're an adult.


He entered the room slowly and shut and locked the doors. The only light came from the candles, and the light above the dressing table. She sat in front of it. She’d already started taking her jewelry off, her hands raised to take off her earring as she spotted him in the mirror. She knew that dark look in his eyes and blushed as her eyes met his. He smiled and came towards her, lifting her up from the chair. Slowly he took off her earrings, kissing the slight redness in the earlobes from the weight of them. Turning her around, he unhooked her necklace, letting it slide down into his hand just above the neckline of her choli.

His heart was pounding as he slowly untied the dori at the back of her choli, Unable to control himself any longer, he placed a languid kiss on her back, his lips and tongue finding the long lines of her spine.

She shuddered at the warmth of his mouth. She loved when he did that. Her back was so sensitive, and he knew how to use it. She turned around then, reaching for the buttons on his sherwani, undoing them slowly, ever so slowly, as she held his eyes, watching his breathing intensify as her fingers brushed against his skin every now and then.

He held her hands then, stopping her, before taking off the sherwani himself, proudly displaying himself to her. The smooth chest, the rock hard abs, the sculpted lines of his pectorals. She ran her hands over his chest, looking at him, before bending down and taking one small nipple in her mouth.

He gasped. Held her head and kissed her. A long deep kiss. An open-mouthed, tongue-clashing, saliva-swapping, tonsil-tickling kiss. She groaned into this mouth, her bare breasts coming into contact with his bare chest, as he wrapped his arms around her, the muscles bunching in his biceps as he did so.

He pulled back and lifted her up in his arms, taking her to their bed, and laying her gently down on it. Quickly, he removed the rest of their clothes. Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips taking in the sight before her, hard and aroused and ready. He slid into bed beside her, holding her close, skin to skin as he kissed her again, his knee nudging her feet apart. He worshipped at the altar of her breasts, hearing the small moaning sounds she made, his head completely clouded with desire now. His hand reached down to find her core, slick and ready for him; he rubbed lightly as she gasped in pleasure. She was ready for him, so ready, he could feel her dripping off his fingers. He rolled on top of her, her legs came up around his waist, as he slid into her, to hear her keening cry.

Their arms and legs tangled, the heat within turned feverish, sweat slickened their bodies as they strove and strove together, urging each other to reach that one point - la petit mort - the little death. And as they fell over the precipice together, he called her name harshly, ‘Khushiiiii!!’

The Morning After:

Arnav Singh Raizada woke up and looked around the room. The candles had all died down sometime during the night. He stared at the flowers above his head, and his gaze shifted down to himself. Never before had he felt so comfortable in his own bed. Naked never felt so good before, especially with the soft warm body of his wife wrapped around him. He looked down tenderly at her face, as she slept on his shoulder, her mouth slightly open, the fresh sindoor smudged on her forehead, the mangalsutra glowing on her neck, her lips plump and rosy with his kisses. The sheet draped over her hips gave him a tantalizing view of the waistband glittering on the ivory of her waist, below the pink aureoles of her breasts. He smiled and sighed in pleasure. It was still too early to get up, he thought, but never too early for some morning loving. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, smiling as he felt her squirm against him and turn towards him, opening sleepy eyes to look into his. He pulled her closer before he kissed her inviting lips.


Shyam Manohar Jha woke up and lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. A small smile came unbidden to his lips. He sat up in bed and raked his fingers through his head before he caught sight of his wife, sitting at the Egyptian chair in her room. She was dressed in a bright fuchsia sari, her hair severely tied back in a plait. Her arms were folded and she was glaring at him, breathing heavily through her nose, her tiny breasts rising and falling with each breath. At her feet sat two suitcases, and by the looks of them they were packed.

‘Rani Sahiba?’ he looked at her in puzzlement. ‘What’s all this?’ he waved at the suitcases. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ she said, pausing for effect. ‘You are!’


She got up and came towards the bed, picked up a shirt and trousers along the way and threw them at him. ‘Get dressed,’ she snapped.

‘Rani Sahiba, but..? What? I don’t understand?’ he grabbed the shirt and pants and quickly started dressing.

‘You don’t understand?’ she screamed. ‘What I don’t understand is how you don’t know which woman you’re sleeping with!’


‘Last night. Do you remember it at all?’ She screeched.

‘What?’ fragments of the night before came into his mind. But two and two were still not adding up to four.

‘You thought I was Khushiji? KHUSHIJI?! My brother’s WIFE?!!’ She was panting in anger now, red flags in her cheeks. She was furious. ‘My brother.. .just got married.. and you are fantasizing about his WIFE?’ She picked up a vase and moved towards him. ‘When you’re in bed with ... with ME?!’

‘Rani Sahiba, listen to me,’ he ran to the other side of the room as she followed him relentlessly, while he struggled to get his clothes on.

‘No, you listen to me. How dare you think that I would let you take another woman’s name when we are .. are ...’ she was unable to finish the sentence, and shook her head in disbelief.

‘That too, my brother’s WIFE? You disgust me!’ she screamed again. ‘You are out. NOW!!’ she said, throwing the vase at him, before pointing to the door. ‘Get out!’

He walked towards the door, still pleading, begging his case.

She came towards him, pushing him out the door.

‘Didn’t you hear me? I said GET OUT!!’ she yelled. Marching back to the room, she picked up a suitcase and tossed it down the stairs, before going for the second one.

‘Rani Sahiba!’ he called one last time, before another suitcase came flying by his head.


The crash echoed through the halls of Raizada Mansion, disturbing the early morning peace of its occupants.

Arnav lifted his head from kissing Khushi and listened. Shouting. His Di was shouting. They quickly got out of bed and dressed in a hurry, before he opened the door. Only to see a suitcase go by. He looked towards his sister’s room.

Anjali stood at the door, tears streaking her face, sobbing into her hands that covered her mouth.

Khushi and he ran to her. ‘Di!’

‘Chotey!’ she said, before collapsing against his chest. He wrapped his arms strongly around her, as Khushi rubbed her back.

Shyam stood at the head of the stairs, with a shocked look on his face. The entire family was out of their rooms now, standing around staring at the mayhem around them.

‘Hello, hi, bye, bye,’ said Mamiji, taking stock of the situation. ‘What happened, Anjali bitiya? What did Damaadji do that you’re throwing him out?’

She shook her head against Arnav’s chest. ‘I can’t say, Mamiji. But this much I can tell you, I can’t live with this ... this ... DISGUSTING man!’

Arnav’s jaws clenched. What had Shyam done that his Di was in this state? Had he told her about Khushi? His eyes met Akash’s as his brother also came and stood next to Anjali, while Payal held on to a shaken Khushi.

‘What have you done to my sister?’ he growled at Shyam, handing Di over to Akash. He prowled over to where Shyam stood, towering over him, anger crashing off him in waves.

Shyam cowered at the frightening sight of his brother-in-law in full-blown rage. He’d heard about his famous temper and seen it too. For the first time, he was on the receiving end of it.

Arnav reached out a hand, and grabbed his throat. ‘What did you do?’ he gritted out through clenched teeth, his big fingers squeezing painfully on Shyam’s windpipe.

‘No. nothing, Saaley Saab,’ Shyam whined and choked. ‘I don’t know what happened to your Di all of a sudden.’

‘My Di doesn’t do things all of a sudden, Jeejaji,’ he said the name sarcastically. ‘So how did she find out about Khushi?’ he took a pot shot in the dark, keeping his voice low so only Shyam could hear him.

‘I .. I .. truly don’t know. This morning ... ‘ he tried to swallow through his dry throat. ‘This morning, she was angry .. crazy angry about something .. I don’t know .. believe me, Saaley Saab,’ he croaked.

‘You don’t know?’ Arnav raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

‘I mean .. yes .. no .. I don’t,’ Shyam gasped.

Arnav searched his face before hls lips lifted in a cruel smile. ‘I believe I heard my sister say get out?’ his voice was soft, menacing. He turned around, ‘Akash?’ he called.

‘Yes, Bhai,’ Akash knew exactly what his brother was asking for. He handed over Anjali to his mother who was hovering at his shoulder, before heading to his room. He came back with a sheaf of papers and a pen, and held them out to Shyam.

‘Divorce papers, Jeejaji,’ said Arnav. He shook Shyam by his throat, like a lion shaking its prey. ‘Qubool hai?’ and shook him again.

‘Yes, yes,’ said Shyam. ‘Qubool hai!’ knowing that he had finally, irrevocably lost.

Arnav pushed him away, and watched with folded arms as Shyam signed the papers with shaking hands. He snatched the papers away and then said, ‘Get out ... Shyam!’ deliberately using his name, underlining that the relationship was over.

Shyam stared at him. He opened his mouth to make one last plea.

‘I said GET OUT!!’ Arnav yelled.

Shyam flinched before bending down and picking up his two suitcases. He walked down the stairs slowly, and like an old man, shuffled out of Raizada Mansion and their lives. For good.


Author’s note:

Happy Valentine’s Day, Y’all!!

‘Qubool Hai, Ritzyji!’ You’re responsible for this one!!

IPK was full of iconic moments and dialogs that even in our daily lives we are reminded of the magic that was created on screen. The idea to take on an IPK scene and twist it came naturally. How? Why? I don’t know. 

This story is twisted undoubtedly and Twisted_Beenz is my inspiration. 

We wanted more gutter in IPK, and Payal is my guide and mentor here. Need I say more?

But the final part of this story is the ultimate gutter. I’ve tried to keep it as clean as I can, so you all can enjoy it, but somethings can’t be clean. Hopefully, you will understand as I reveal why I called this story the Wrong Name. 

As this story comes to a close, I want to thank all of you who liked and commented on it. It’s incredibly satisfying and encouraging to read all that you have to say. I don’t respond to the comments simply because it would be unfair not to respond to each and every one. But believe me, I read every single one of them and I love you all for it.  

Will I be writing another IPK fan fic? I doubt it. Sorry. But I will be writing more. And I hope you will come to my blog - My Creative Outlet. The Link is below the navigator. 


  1. Awesome end to this fabulous story !!!
    I cant help to wonder how Arnav would react if he ever came to know exactly how Anjali found out about creepy shyam!!!
    By the way your note says you may not write another ipkknd based FF ... really ??? i hope you change your mind !!!

  2. So the HOT Love making was creepwa's imaginiation

  3. A really great FF .. Shyam really was a despicable man but glad Anajli threw him out !! Sorry to hear you will not rite another FF hope to read more of yours OS's though. Enjoyed this thoroughly and look forward to the epilogue

    srat IF useername


  4. Awesome update very well written
    Shyam is so cheep

  5. awesome ending....dirty shyam got thrown out. the passion between arnav and khushi is amazing. looking forwards to next part.

  6. fab chapter
    im glad anjali found out how sick he was but that is nasty that he said khushi's name during sex
    khushi and arnav are too cute and its good she wasn't naive in this FF and was quite smart tbh

  7. So glad Shyam is gone for good! And now Khushi and Arnav can be together.
    This was a fab chapter - loved it!

    Moomin4455 on IF

  8. Loved it..loved it..loved it..You're an amazing writer and you know it!!

    PS:I'm an adult.I read it.Hmph:)

    -Sammy(Phoolan Devi)

  9. Hi,

    Beautiful story. Loved reading all the chapters :D

    Good work. Hope you will reconsider your decision to write another work on IPK...please.

  10. yes, shyam is gone for GOOD!

    and was actually smiling when Akash brought the divorce papers, arnav and akash were ready for this day hahaha!

    and indeed want to know why The Wrong Name

  11. Now I understand the title of the story. Loved the end.
    Love this Anjali. Could imagine her throwing him and his baggage out.
    Hope you reconsider your decision not to write another ipk story. Please do write another one.

  12. That was awesome Madhu.....loved it.

  13. wow wow wow wow!!!
    awesome end for shyam!
    and ahahha the way anjali found out....awesome!!

  14. Oh!Definitely Qubool Hai!

    It was a wonderful piece of writing and a fitting finale !
    What a gentle way of letting Anjali realize by herself!
    What a wonderful, imaginative writer you are!
    Loved it to bits!
    Thank you, thank you!

  15. finally got the name of your story

    Wrong Name, Shyam called the wrong name while he was with his wife

    Haha Snakewa got stomped

    such a beautiful ending, Arnav and Khushi did not have to do anything to make
    Anjali realise Shyam is a snake

  16. twas brilliant.........plz dnt stop writing ipk ffs...u write brilliantly......its the story writers like u ....who let us live arshi....i hope u reconsider it.....doubt can always be changed into a "yes"

  17. Finally figured the title........
    Damn good. So arshi didn't have to do anything to kick the snake out of the house.
    Nahi you won't be writing more arshi fanfic??? please please do continue writing more of Arshi chronicles. Would love to read more of this from you.


  18. While reading,I had this feeling that it wasn't A&Ks suhag raat scene, but creepwa's... Cos the female was sitting at the dressing table removing her jewelry... and Khushi wouldn't have done that cos this was all new to her... But very well written... And a very just ending to snakewa too.. It's sad that ur not planning to write anymore Arhi stories... :(... Was looking forward to some more.. Never mind, I shall visit ur other blog soon to enjoy the non Arhi stories too...

  19. Nice story.. would love to read some more of ur writings..

  20. Awesome story, a great twist on the plot too. Ioved the way the two brothers, their respective girls and AMAN give te slimeball a run for his money.

    it must be because its just gone half one am in uk while reading this part, but I only realised the 18+scene was actually Anjali and Shyam ewwwwww......ah least she was happy up until thst point;).Fab way of a) her finding out and b)getting the slimeball out once and for all.

    Also it finished with a great line -where he calls Shyam by his name thus ending their relation. ABSOLUTELY FAB.AND THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS STORY

    1. Nearly a year on and my thoughts are the same!

  21. I loved the pun on wrong name ,good story ,very mature in its plot

  22. god I was hoping to read love making of Arshi but u made me read sex of Shyam... oh god *horrified*


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