Christmas Eve

24th December 1994

Niagara Falls - United States of America.

He.

My little stubby fingers tightened their grip around the rough texture of a navy blue woolen jacket. Even though the biting frost froze me I was irritated of the layers of woolen sweaters piled on me. I clasped my glove covered fingers around the railing and stared at the frozen waterfall in amusement.

“Juno sonny, we must get to the hotel dear! Soon it’s gonna strike twelve and it’s Christmas and Santa’s gonna visit you my boy!” Nanny tugged at my elbow. My maa or dad were never really next to me. Dad was busy in office and Maa always had strange aunties who had their hair fluffed on their head and have atrocious make up piled on their face.

I pushed back the plastic rimmed glass on my nose bridge and looked at my sixty year old nanny, when I was small I almost thought she had been my mother; cause she taught me to walk, talk, bathe and she used to take me to potty. She still stands in front of the washroom whenever I have to pee.

“Na Nuno! So what if it’s Christmas! And there’s nothing like Santa!” I grumbled and sat on the icy path. Santa? People called him a fuzzy father who loved every child as his own. But then my own parents don’t love me! What do you expect from an imaginary character called Santa! I used to believe in him till I got teased by my friends for doing so. I never received letters nor any gifts….

He didn’t exist… and I didn’t find any reason to celebrate the day of an imaginary character!

My Nuno shook her head and started coughing. “Nuno!” I jumped and hugged her tight till her cough went. “Am growing old Sonny! This cold will kill me one day.” My eyes widened, without my Nuno I would die. Waving at the crystal falls I walked back home with my little hand buried in Nuno’s large warm hands.

“Nuno, what are these lights for?” I pointed at the tiny bulbs in various colours of golden and red sprinkling the town in shades of molten gold and red. It almost looked like as if sparkles were alive. “Ah my son, these lights are for decoration for Christmas!” she stopped short as I scowled at the mention of Christmas.

“Juno boy! Why are you so angry with Christmas?” Nuno tugged my elbow harder. I gnashed my little white teeth and looked at the aged woman beside me. She was bestowed with beautiful blue eyes, the lines of age barely did anything to hide her beauty. For me she was my mother, and loving I called her Nuno, for it rhymed with my name - Juno.

I shrugged her hand away and trotted towards the pedestrian walk. “Nuno! They say that Santa does everything! He keeps kids happy! But I am so sad! I need someone to love me… but he never visited me! He doesn’t give me gifts! He doesn’t send me letters! All these are just false Nuno!” I threw a chunk of ice on the road, before my Nuno could say something or I could throw another chunk of ice, a small voice interrupted me.

I turned around to find a chubby cute girl sitting on the bare ice. Her feet had wet socks, her chubby fingers didn’t have any gloves at all. Her hair  was left open and her clothes were slightly tattered. However she seemed irrespective of that. A brown  teddy was tucked under tiny arms and her fluffy cheeks were bright red in the cold.

Yet she was barely perturbed. She kept on humming a tune and focused her gaze on keeping the milk glass and plate of cookies on the iced road. Her shrill voice reached my ears and I frowned at the little song she was singing “Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle All The Way…”

“Nuno…” I tugged at the skirt towards the little girl on the road. It was so cold! She could die! I hopped over the grey road, little footprints left behind on snow and stood next to the girl. Her large coffee brown eyes stared at me and her song silenced at once. Her face showed hunger of many hours and her eyes bore fear on seeing my Nuno. “I am sorry.” her meek voice stated and she got up from the road and walked towards the other end with the glass of milk and plastic plate of cookies.

She

I felt a warm presence around me… had Santa come? I turned aside to see a bigger boy looking at me. His intense black eyes pierced into mine. He had a big monkey cap on his face. He was almost stuffed in clothes but he looked scary. Was I sitting in the wrong place? Pa told me to not enter the house. For the past one month I had been living in a hut on his house’s garden. Today I came in front and was setting food for Santa that I saw this strange boy and a huge granny staring at me. Was I sitting at his place?

I mumbled a sorry and collected my things and walked home. Where Ma lived, but there was another Pa there. I was confused. There that Pa hated me, here this Ma hated me. But I would manage to set the food in Ma’s home, she wouldn’t drive me out like Pa… and at least I would get some place.

“Wait!” the boy’s voice halted me. I saw him coming my way, he was a big boy. I got scared. I started running back home. But he was always right behind me. I was very scared. Will he hit me like Pa? Will that lady take away the food I have for Santa?

My heart melted with the name Santa Pa… he was the only person who loved. I would never freeze on Christmas night, even if I slept on the snow. Somehow I would be snuggled in my hut with a strange red blanket. I knew it was not of Pa’s house.

My Santa was my everything. Ma tried to get it off my head that there is no Santa. But I know he is there. He loves me… simple.

I was out of my reverie when he called me again. My feet stumbled in the cold and I fell on the snow, the cut from my knees and palms didn’t bother me as much as the strewn cookies and spilt milk. I had to sneak it out of Papa’s house before he caught me.

Tears filled my eyes and I huddled myself into a ball before that boy would hit me.

He

To my surprise the little baby started running away from me! I knew I was looking ugly and fat in this monkey cap! But Nuno asked me to wear the sweaters and cap! I wanted to ask her, talk to her as to why she is in the cold, but she started running away!

I drew in a gasp as she stumbled and fell flat on the floor. She could get hurt! Nuno always tells me to be careful while running in snow… the cookies have fallen on the road and the milk is spilt all over. She looked at me with fear in her eyes and tears developed in those huge brown eyes. I scratched my head and tried to say something when the tiny girl broke into sobs. She huddled her chubby face in her soft palms and sobbed uncontrollably.

I ran towards her and held her little arm in my palm. She tugged her elbow away “”Plish don’t hit me, I am sorry… I didn’t want to sit in your area or disturb you. I am sorry… I just wanted to give these to Santa Pa… but… they fell. I am sorry…” she brought her knees closer to her chest, shaking uncontrollably.

I slapped my forehead. I didn’t want to hit her ! She was freezing so I decided to give her my muffler. “Look, I know I look scary but I am not scary!” I said in my defense and she looked at me. Perhaps she was confused by this monkey cap boy so I removed my caps and a few jackets.

She

My crying stopped as I looked at the boy before me. He looked scary in the cap. But then his voice softened. He removed the muffler, monkey cap and various jackets and sweaters till he was simply in a cardigan and trousers. I didn’t miss his teeth chattering though.

His granny was standing with her hand on her hips and looking at us. I looked at the little boy. His jet black hair disheveled, he had a cute face. His black orbs shone in moonlight and he was thin and not fluffy like I thought him to be in those layers of sweaters.

He crouched near me and took my bleeding palms in his “Does it hurt?” he asked. I bit my lips and nodded. He pouted and looked at his granny for help. “It won’t hurt anymore.” he smiled enclasped my little palm amidst his warm stubby fingers. I closed my eyes in the warmth of the heat that radiated from him.

“But… the milk and cookies for Santa Pa?” I asked in the quietest manner when he gasped. “Oh no! You have fever! Nuno.. we must help her!” He stood up like an army man and folded his arms across his chest.

Within a few minutes I was tucked in his sweaters and monkey cap. I never felt so warm. His granny fussed over me while he fought with her to put more layers of sweaters on me - leaving him with just a jacket on.

“Where does your papa and maa stay?” he asked, his squeaky voice cutting out the bitter memories from my tiny head. I bit my lips and plopped on the road. I was engulfed into his Nuno’s protective warmth and instantly hugged her. It was strange. I never felt such warmth before.

The little boy walked left right, I was amused with how good he looked, not like that scary grizzly bear. “Oh… by the way… I am Arjun, Arjun Rawte, you?” he held out his little hand. I placed my chubby palm in his “Shakshi…” I muttered.

“Oh Shakshi… matlab tum hindi samaj sakte ho?” he bobbed his head in a funny manner. I nodded in return. His granny asked me little questions about my family.

I didn’t know them, my Maa lived with another Papa and my Papa lived with another Maa, none wanted me after my birth and they made it very evident. Thus I never really had a surname. I often called myself Shakshi Claus, because I was Santa’s daughter.

He was the only person who loved me ever so truly. “But if Santa loves you why doesn’t he give you a happy life!” Arjun , the grumpy boy muttered angrily. “He loves me that’s why I am his daughter! Every Chrishmash he comes and covers me with a red blankie! He writes to me! I know he is with me! My Shanta loves me! Samjhe ya samjhaaun?” I stood up in my defense then bit my tongue and plopped back on granny’s lap as he stared at me.

Within a few minutes I started tearing up, the boy who was helping me - I was being rude to him. No… Santa would be disappointed on me. He has always wished the best for me.

I heard the granny sigh as she called up someone. Her soft blue eyes locked with mine and she kissed my cheeks affectionately as I hugged her tightly. “Nani…” I said softly. “It means grandmother…” Arjun told her and she looked at me with a wave of attachment.

She decided to take me home with them. I was going to be living with Nani. It was strange, my life changed within a few minutes - I was all ready to go with strangers, well my heart said that they would look after me.

He

I held Shakshi’s chubby hand and walked towards the hotel. Nuno muttered something as “Product of extramarital affair of married people…” yet I didn’t really understand much. When asked Nuno sighed that her parent’s don’t love her and she’s all alone in this world. Thus I found it inevitable and utmost natural to have her coming with us.

She looked like a baby polar bear in my jackets and monkey cap. Settling inside our room Nuno helped Shakshi out of all the clothes and gave her a fresh pair of my shorts and shirt. She almost disappeared under my clothes.

This was the only Christmas eve when I felt happy. I got a new playmate. Though my angst against the celebration didn’t fade much. I smiled for Miss. Polar Bear. When I noticed her face slightly dull. Crawling next to her on the sofa I asked her what bothered her.

She rubbed her beady eyes and looked at me with hesitance “I dropped Santa Pa’s milk and choco chip cookiesh!” she murmured and fumbled with her stubby fingers. Saying so she picked up a pencil and paper and wrote to her “Santa”

Dear Pa,

I love you. I am happy. Arj… she paused and looked at me “How do you spell your name?” “A-R-J-U-N.” I said Arjun and Nani help me. I am sorry, lost milk and cookee… fell down. I am fine. I love you Pa. Let Maa and Papa be happi, let the world be happi, and let Arjun and Nani be happi. Love you.

Your child,

Sakshi.

“Oh… you are Sakshi! Not Shakshi…” I said and then smiled a little as she asked for everyone except herself. She nodded “ I am Shakshi! Not Shakshi!” she waved her hands animatedly. I chuckled and bid her goodnight as Nuno tucked me in bed. Sakshi slept on the sofa, her gaze at me. There was something about this girl - there was something about this night.

It was not too long, after the lights were switched off that I heard muffled sobs. I got up to find her crouching at the end of the sofa, chewing a piece of my shirt’s sleeve (the one she is wearing) in tension. On seeing me she crawled towards me and rubbed her tears away. “Darr lag raha hai?” I asked. She nodded, as I put forth a hand she flung her tiny arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was shocked yet happy with the sudden warmth around me. “Mujhe mat choro Arjun…” she mumbled and I hugged her tighter.

Settling on the sofa next to her I soothed the little cuts on her palms and shushed her. A feeling like Guardian rose in me. She cuddled into me and murmured something.

Thank you Santa. I stared at her. “Why do you believe in him, people don’t say that he is real!” I debated when she placed her palm on my chest. “He is, believe in him. And what our hearts say, only that is real!” she hugged me tighter and dozed off…

The little throb in my heart said that perhaps he was real, but then… I didn’t know when sleep came over me…

She

I got up at the crack of dawn and chuckled seeing Arjun’s open mouth. I shut his mouth with my palm, in case any fly gets into his mouth. I looked at the mahogany side table and squealed slightly at an extra paper on it. I slid off his hug and hobbled towards the paper from Santa. It was his letter! Tears reached in my eyes and I controlled my sobs of happiness.

It was a miracle, people say he never comes, people call him a fake thing. But then our life itself isn’t real! It is all imaginary! Time isn’t real! We can never see it or touch it. Belief is the only real thing. I barely cared for what people said. I loved my angel above and now there was another one - Arjun and Nani.

I heard a gasp behind me as Arjun had a little letter in his hand. His eyes were glassy and he seemed confused. “Santa gave me a letter…” he muttered in disbelief. I crawled back to him as he lifted me up on the sofa. “When you slept what did you think?” I asked him. He frowned and confided “I said to myself that he was real…” he muttered.

3rd Person

The contents of the two letters were never ever revealed for anyone except the two children. Arjun’s eyes swelled with tears as he received the warmth of his parents from the letter. The words of concern, appreciation, love and blessings played repeatedly in his heart. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt loved.

His gaze turned towards the little wet kiss that Sakshi planted on his cheeks. “It’s Chrishmash morning Arjun! We mustn’t cry… Santa Pa loves you… he loves all children, just that everyone doesn’t believe in him…” Sakshi pouted.

“Maybe all that matters is that we believe in him..” Arjun muttered…

The day flew in smiles and laughs. Nanny was amazed to see her sonnny basking in delight. Though she wasn’t a believer of all this, she believed in her sonny’s happiness. Sakshi herself had come as a bundle of delight in their lives.

She blessed the little sweetheart from the bottom of her heart.

At night she was amused to find little Sakshi curled around Arjun, her head over his chest and he embracing her in sheer innocence. They looked like two angels together.

He

After a long time I found happiness and true joy, a wave of protectiveness swept over me as she rest her tiny head on my chest, her arms tightly locked around me. I combed her hair a little and hugged her tighter. She was my best friend, my confidante, everything. Even though I met her yesterday, she became family for me. I knew that this Christmas apart from true spirits and joy I found responsibility.

She

I found myself to be cocooned in his embrace and smiled, he was the bestestestest friend I ever had. Throughout the day he never left my hand. I was gifted with an angel in disguise. I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me.

24th December 2004

She

I stretched my arms a little and smiled at the familiar warmth. There was Arjun, sleeping in all Taekwondo position, yet his hand never left mine - even in sleep. I pulled his cheeks a little as he slept open mouthed. My fingers burned as his prickly stubble touched my fingertips. “Muh toh band kar!” I yelled cheekily and tried to run away from the sofa but he flipped me the very next instant!

The next thing I knew was being mercilessly by Arjun! I couldn’t escape this 18 year old lad! I tried to kick him but he held my knee. “Miss Sakshi Claus! Don’t try to move, tujhe pichle 10 saal se jaanta hoon toh I know you more than myself! Samjhi ya samjhaaun?” he growled at me.

I pouted and sat up, setting my shirt straight. “Haan haan, saara growl mujhpe de! Bas pyaar uss Chandni ya Pia ko dete reh! Main toh kuch nahi na tere liye, ek smile de ke good morning bhi nahi keh sakta!” I pouted, to find him sitting on the sofa with a grim look on his face. I knew I touched his wrong nerve and bit my lips in tension. He stood up and ruffled his hair - looking cute.

But then he stormed off, without sparing me a second glance! “Ai Sakshi! Tu bhi na…” I scrambled towards my hidden letter and kissed it again. Of course it was my letter to Santa and my mood was supposed to alleviated, but then upsetting Arjun was not in my quote. I looked up thinking if Santa Pa could help me. But then he would help me once I start resolving the situation.

I brushed and ran downstairs to find him working at the Christmas tree, ignoring me effectively.

He

A small smile crept up on my lips as I saw boxes of coloured candies, balls, lights, glitter wraps looked at me. I was waiting for Sakshi to come down, but today I would start without her. How dare she say that I love someone else! How dare she say I feel nothing for her! She has been my responsibility for the past 10 years, and she doesn’t hesitate to devalue our friendship in two minutes! This 15 year old Sakshi certainly needed to learn a lesson.

I deviated my mind and ran my fingers over the little angels, a mistletoe, the little gift boxes and the tinier drums. I had bought a packet of fake snow as well, because she wanted it last year.

I checked my pocket and sighed in relief as I found my letter bundle there. Even though Santa and I spoke once a year - his love for me filled me with the warmth that my parents couldn’t give in the past eighteen years. It was almost as if I was being brought up by Nuno and Christmas Dad. A sad feeling swept over me as Nuno had passed away earlier this year - leaving a void in my heart.

Leaving Sakshi absolutely alone.  Nuno had adopted her, my parents hadn’t had the big heart to accept a lost baby. Two years of legal struggle and Sakshi was ours - forever. I never told anyone about my relation with Christmas dad, most were skeptics and the others scoffed at me. Thus I let this sacred son and father relationship remain a secret.

That reminded me that I must stay upset with her. Clearing off my other thoughts I grazed my knuckles on the little northern star and knew where to hang it. I lifted the remaining part of the tree and placed it at the base of the fixed Christmas tree - leading to a total 15 foot tree to be standing before us.

A small smile crept up my lips as I straightened the branches of the tree and unraveled it.

As I was busy fiddling in separating the last branch Sakshi settled her palm over mine and helped me to sort it out. I turned ignorant to her and picked up the box of crates, as I placed them near the tree and stretched my back I felt two arms around my chest as she back hugged me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I turned behind my anger dissolved to see her teary face.

“Jun! Tu, Nani aur Santa Pa mere family ho… Nani left me and now if you stop speaking then I will die and go to Santa Pa forever!” She choked on her words and I gritted at her angrily. Cupping her cheeks I wiped the tears away. “Stop crying Sakshi, yeh yaad rakho ki mere liye bhi tu, Nuno aur Christmas Dad sab kuch hai! How come did you think that you are nothing for me and that Chandni or Sia…”

“Pia” she corrected in a small voice.

“Whatever Jia, Pia, Tia… I would take them to be more important than you! You are my best friend and I love you the most! Never ever repeat  this behaviour in front of me… samjhi ya samjhaaun?” I glared at her and she nodded. I sighed looking at her teary face. “Listen, I don’t think Santa will visit us this year…” I said gravely.

She looked at me, horrified. “KYUN!!!!” I tried to control my laughter “Tune jo shakal banaya hai na… usse bhoot bhi bhaag jaye, bechare Santa yeh chance kyun le?” I raised my eyebrows at her and ducked the flying pillow on my side.

“ARJUN!” She yelled… and the day passed in slight chuckles as she and I decorated the Christmas tree. It looked beautiful and gorgeous. There were very few things that looked so splendid.

I placed her carefully on my shoulder as she tried to place the star right on top. Finally I swung her down, she was still comfortably settled in my arms, swinging left to right. “Neeche utregi ya phek doon?” I teased her when she gave me a solemn face. “You wouldn’t let me fall down…” she spoke. I tightened my grip on her and whispered back “Never.”

Suddenly I found an adorable shade of red pass on her cheeks. This was new. She got off from my arms and ran her fingers through her hair. “Chal! Jaake aata, cheeni, ande, flavourings laate hai!” She smiled cheekily and danced a little in the air when I nodded.

“By the way, I should  look good you know, Nicholas dear would want me to wear the red dress I wore last Christmas!” Sakshi chuckled while the little flowers dropped from Arjun’s palms.

His face whipped towards her and he took slow measured steps towards her. “Who is he?” the little words left his mouth and the giggles from Sakshi stopped seeing his intent face. Her stomach did a weird double flip… it’s happening ever since a long time - but of course it’s acidity.

“He is a dear person of mine.” Sakshi teased him further, she knew that Arjun had this soft spot towards her with a streak of possessiveness. She always loved his little jealous side, but instead of any of the snarls of glares from her best friend, he took in a deep sigh.

He cupped her cheeks tenderly and spoke “This is not the age for all this Sakshi. If he keeps you happy then it means the most for me, but if he ever crosses his line - I won’t spare him.” his voice sounded low and almost mute. His heart squeezed at the thought that she perhaps loved someone else… but wasn’t she too young? No he would guard her till she turned old enough.

He walked away from her, hiding the little tear which had formed and concentrated on tying the shoe lace. Sakshi’s heart shattered to a million pieces then and there itself. She tried to say something but found herself at a loss of words. She chided herself for doing such a silly prank. “But why would Pa hurt me? Pa loves me more than you na…” she said softly while tying his shoelaces.

Arjun frowned and then smiled… of course! Santa Claus was also known as Saint Nicholas!

He shrugged his head at her immature prank, “Don’t repeat this again.” he muttered and walked away with Sakshi hodling his hand. She hugged him tightly and pulled his cheeks much to his annoyance “You know you look very cute when you are angry!” she chuckled, trying to bring in a lighter mood.

“If you only recognised how much it hurt, for the next three years I don’t want you to be talking or roaming around with any guy…” I grit out while she wrapped her arm around mine. Pressing a little kiss on my wrist she smiled at me, her little white coat made her look like a polar bear in the snow “There hasn’t, isn’t and won’t be any guy in my life apart from you and Santa Pa! But you promise me that!” she was shushed as I looked ahead.

“In my life you are the first and last lady to walk in and let me tell you one thing, I am just yours and I wish you to be just mine...” my voice turned husky and her eyes widened. Her cheeks turned red once again and she looked down “What did all that mean…” she mumbled.

I bit my cheek at my slip and ruffled her hair “Time will make you understand… just grow up” I said mentally while to her I asked her to get some glue and socket for the lights.

As she left I fished my phone out of my pocket which said Dad.

“Yes.” I said. “You are staying with her for the whole night?” a sharp voice snarled at him.

I noticed a few decorations to be slipping off the tree. I kept the phone on speaker and settled the little pieces.

“Yes, not just tonight but this whole week, as I have been doing for the past few years.” I shouted back the usual dialogue. “You do know we have a reputation which you can’t stake from an illegitimate girl! You are a big man now Arjun and she is not tiny baby. A boy and a girl in one room isn’t a good image for me. Especially if that man is my son!” he glared back.

“Dad! Don’t say a word against Sakshi! It’s not her fault that she was born in this world. There isn’t another woman who is as lovely as her. And as far as reputation is concerned - don’t worry, no one knows I am here and to answer your associates tell them your son is off to party with one of his friends. And let me clear your things, just because we are teens and staying in the same room it doesn’t mean that we don’t have any morals and ethics! It’s about the clarity of heart Dad…” I yelled back, fuming in anger.

“You are naive Arjun! What if she sleeps with you to get claim in our family? You have to think of her roots Arjun! Her parents, both were married to different people and had her - she is nothing but an illegitimate child! A product of a shameful disgusting affair! If you have any other thoughts about her, apart from friendship let me warn you my doors are closed! In fact you should cut off your friendship with her! She is a bad influence, what if she is like her mother? Nothing but a *****” Rawte spoke over the phone.

“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH DAD! Sakshi was just five when she stayed with Nuno! After that Nuno and I have brought her up, she has the same values as us and dare you point at her birth, this poor girl doesn’t even know that she’s a product of an affair! And it clearly does not make a difference for me, we all love her and believe in her. I don’t know why you are so narrow minded! She’s my best friend and the shadow of warmth that I never had from mum or you!” I cringed in disgust of my father’s thoughts…

“Listen Dad, I do love you… but you two have been anything except parents for me. I will come home on New Year for a few minutes.” I said and cancelled a call when a muffled sob alerted me.

Sakshi!

She stared at me as if I was a ghost. Her face had paled and she gripped on the counter tightly. “Arjun… y..yeh sach?” her throat rasped out and I looked at her face.

Oh shoot!

She

I felt the earth beneath my feet slip away. I had heard that my parents abandoned me because they couldn't support me but in my wildest dreams I could never imagine myself to be a product of an extramarital affair! The bile rose up into my throat and I felt burn in my chest.

“You knew!” I looked at his face but could hardly accuse him, for he had his reasons to hide them from me. Arjun was next to in the blink of an eye and hugged me tight “I am sorry Sakshi for hiding, but listen you don’t have to feel ashamed of yourself or your existence okay. You are Santa Pa’s daughter… don’t you believe that haan? You are Nuno’s grandchild… you believe that right na, sweety please don’t cry…” He shushed me and gathered me into his affectionate hug.

I nodded at what he told. I was Santa’s daughter - this… this was never a part of me. I held on to the lapels of his jacket and wrapped my arms around his neck, biting my lips to stop a sob from coming out.

I was shattered to know my existence, but my love for Nani and Pa was much more… my love for the Christmas was much more… I couldn’t let the shameful acts of my parents cast a shadow on it.

I swallowed a lump, we skipped lunch that day… as the sky painted itself in hues of twilight I rested my head on his lap while he fondled with the strands of my hair. “You wanna keep Santa hungry tonight?” he mused and I nodded no…

“Toh hum jaake kuch khareedenge ya nahi?” he chuckled and touched my tear stained cheeks slightly.

I nodded and held on to him as he intertwined my still tiny hand with his large warm one. He kissed the back of my palm and whistled an unfamiliar tune as we walked towards the local store.

For a strange reason I felt strange tingles in my spine as he held me. He was possessive towards me and it increased as years passed by. I rubbed his knuckled subconsciously and heated up as he shot a look towards me. Yet that was nothing more than a mere flicker in my heart. He was my best friend. That’s what mattered the most.

“Yes my dears! How may Old Joe help you?” Joe smiled, revealing his heart warming smile - the crooked tooth and bald patch on his head really didn’t make much difference.

“Idaho potatoes and vegetable oil” Arjun started “Sour Cream, Spring Onion, Tomatoes” I continued, we both smiled as we knew what was cooking up today. “And yes, liquid cheese and salsa.” Arjun smirked at me - this was the best dish I could make.

“Aha… excellent, what about cakes and other things?” Old Joe scurried off to get the things for us - only for us he used to get the items himself while Arjun and I stood near the counter, attending any customer if they came by chance. Ever since we shifted to New York - around past seven years, we have been regulars at Old Joe’s.

“Plum cake! Not too much of sweet stuff as Arjun doesn’t like it that much, but yes chocolate chip cookies and the best full cream milk available!” Sakshi cheered while Old Joe chuckled and nodded.

“Plus some fruit juice Joe! Wait I’ll go and speak to him…” Arjun smiled and followed Joe. I smiled at the retreating back of my best friend. I winked at Santa above for blessing us with each other. I noticed Joe cough at me and I knew it was a signal for me to pick up the Arjun’s favourite chocolate - Hershey’s from the counter. I smiled and placed the cash, putting the chocolate in my pocket and humming like an unsuspecting individual.

He

“Joe! Hey… got some…” I started to find Joe had me a strawberry cheesecake ice cream container. “Here my boy!” he chuckled. I smiled a little goofily and thanked him. “So she really knows your tastes and distastes eh boy?” Joe passed me a very knowing look “Indeed Joe! By the way don’t I know everything about her? I can even predict when she does what… in fact I can tell you what all she would exactly do for her entire lifetime!” I smiled in pride when Joe squinted his eyes and passed me the ingredients.

“So Boy… you have plans for lifetime eh? Good Good… it’s difficult to find such blessed talisman of love…” Joe winked at me, making me turn as red as the salsa dressing. I cleared my throat when Joe walked off “Merry Christmas my boy!” He smiled and I scratched my head.

As we walked back home I found Sakshi happy all of a sudden, she tried her best to smile and look as if she never knew of her past. I could see through her smiles and let her be so.

She was smiling - that’s what mattered… for me it was more beautiful than the stars above, the blanket of white snow, the reflection of the golden nights… everything.

She

I ran back home, trying to forget everything about my biological parents, slipping out of the white coat I took a quick bath and settled into my usual pajamas. Arjun had begun to slice the potatoes as french fries while I chopped the spring onions and tomatoes. Ever since I tasted this dish at NYF (new york fries) I decided to make them at home itself.

I noticed him smuggle something into the fridge and tried to open it but then itself he caught my hands “Not so fast miss!” he chuckled and I shoved him on his chest!

After placing the fries I poured in the salsa, cheese and tomatoes. I added scoops of cream and then some spring onion. I looked at him anticipatedly as he took in a bite of the french fries. “Lovely Sakshi! This is better than NYF!” He smiled and hugged me tightly making me jump and squeal in delight.

After the filling dinner he surprised me with juice and ice cream while I surprised not only him but myself the minute I realized that the chocolate had melted in my hand! I pouted and raised the melted chocolate on my hand to him.

He laughed out and licked the chocolate off my fingers and pulled my cheeks. I just stood smiling like an idiot.

Soon enough we put off every light and stood near the Christmas tree… The house was bathed in darkness and Arjun stared at me, his breathing told me that he was near me. He gently touched the switch of the lights and the Christmas tree came alive in colours of gold and red.

I hugged Arjun tightly, for his warmth around me made the lights look lovelier.

He

I drew in a gasp as she hugged me suddenly when I switched on the lights, the tree looked heavenly. I wished Christmas Dad mentally and looked at how the house was now bathed with a golden glow. I turned to see her in my arms, staring at the tree. We both enjoyed the sudden silence that we were enveloped in.

I noticed the tinge of rouge on her youthful cheeks and the reddened lips which curved into a cute smile - it almost reminded me of when she was five.

She smiled and placed a wet kiss on my cheek - she had been doing this for the past ten years… but now it felt different. It felt beautiful. I rubbed my nose against hers and we both settled on the sofa.

Our letters and milk and cookies had been placed near the bed of the Christmas tree. We washed our mouths and settled on the sofa. I placed a pillow on the side of the couch while she lay right beside me. I spooned her tightly, while she squirmed like a little worm. “I feel ticklish!” she chuckled and I laughed with her.

We never had any awkwardness amidst us, from her days in schools to my sudden appearance of stubble, from her menstrual cycles to my underwear - in fact I still remember the day she refused to wear a bra because she felt she was yet a child and Nuno and I had taken the responsibility to make her understand. She turned red and buried her face in her palms when she realized the difference between herself and me.

In fact she had seen me changing once and noticed the slight smattering of hair that had developed on my chest. She shrieked and started crying

“Arjun! We must go to hospital! Dekho na kaise yeh baal aa gaye! Itne baal kaise aayein… oh no… tu chinta mat kar! Main hoon na… hey Santa Pa!” Sakshi hit her head with her palm.

“Sakshi! It’s natural yaar! Tu fikr mat kar!” I tried to tell her but she nodded negative. She stood in front of the mirror and removed her shirt, wearing a sports bra she was shouting at me “Dekho na! I have no hair on my chest!” She pouted and I closed my eyes.

“Paagal! Mere paas thoda sa toh hai hi! And see you are a girl and I am a boy… toh physical difference hai re!” I tried to explain and first of all put the shirt on her. She pouted and said “Toh kya… haan theek hai itna pata hai ki susu alag se karte hai and you don’t wear sports bra… aur kya fark hai haan, aur tu kyun sharma raha hai! We have been together since forever re!” She grimaced at my red face.

I put on my shirt wrapped an arm around her neck, well we had a long discussion on fore.

She realized I was a boy and she a girl… but that barely made a difference in our friendship - it only brought us closer. For sometimes her maternal comforting hugs and my introvertness… it just complimented each other. And we could never stop thanking Santa above.

For today we forgot all assignments, homework, college or high school. Her back touched my chest and stomach and I buried my face near the crook of her neck. I could feel her smiling even though I couldn’t see her. She smiled and turned around, wrapping her arms around my waist. I rested my forehead on hers and our faces broke into a smile.

“Merry Christmas Arjun!” she whispered and rubbed her nose against mine.

“Merry Christmas Sakshi!” I whispered and rubbed my nose with hers.

Looking at the sky above we wished him together “Merry Christmas Santa!”

She buried her face in the crook of my neck and I embraced her tightly, I didn’t care if world called it inappropriate or too intimate. For us it was a sign of pure unadulterated friendship.

We both slept with anticipation in our hearts - waiting for our Santa dear to visit us.

She

I got up with the shrill ringing of the pest - alarm clock! I shake my head slightly and try to get up when I realise his arm is around my shoulders… a realisation that causes me to blush. However ever since I turned eighteen Arjun sahab had this habit of keeping a pillow between us, even though it was a tiny one - there would always be one!

I really never found the need for it! I shut the damned clock and spent good two minutes on studying the handsome sleepy face before me. Jeez! How is this man even a decent cop? He sleeps over an alarm that could even wake up the entire New York City… but there he lays, his lips slightly parted as his mouth lay open in sleep.

“Pakka Kumbkaran ke vansh se hai!” I muttered and placed my fingers to close his mouth, however not before lingering them for a fraction of second on his stubbled jaw, warm lips, tough cheekbones and those intense eyes.

I took a breath - this was my morning indeed! I resisted the urge to follow the action of what we have been doing every night since the past five years… not that! You dirty minds!

I brought my face closer to land a soft kiss on his so delectable mouth (I’d be devouring it I swear!) - but then I shrugged my head feeling all too shy all of a sudden! Strange me… I am getting freaked out by the thought that when I will be expecting our baby I might just not let him leave the bed!

Psst! It’s a secret! I had only heard about woman going all crazy and hormonal during pregnancy but I saw it for the first time when my co-journalist Ayesha Rathore feasting her poor husband Lieutenant Sameer Rathore! Yes it was very embarrassing indeed… poor hubby Rathore would be running from one end to another and suddenly “ coffee breaks” would be very common with two extremely happy and satiated people coming out of the cabin.

And the coffee would still be untouched - God knows what they did in there *whacked on my head by myself*

OMG - Miss Sakshi Claus… what the hell am I thinking on this morning! God knows my adrenaline is pumping so hard I almost felt like I would die due to the over excitement in my heart! Oh and at that perfect moment I find him snuggling more into me… oh lord… doesn’t he know that we are 25 and 28 now! And this certainly evokes something more than just “affectionate” feelings in me.

Santa Pa! Helppp meeeeeeee…. I mentally yelled… and buried my face into my palms… I turned aside to see my best friend and recently a quiet yet extremely possessive other to be half of me. I never liked the term boyfriend… it’s so… eesshhhh…

People thought we might get married the day we get out of Uni! Trust me… I think that would have been the truth *chuckles* but then Arjun’s dad had met with a huge accident, the worst part being that amidst that state he had emotionally blackmailed Arjun to stay away from me.

However even in those stern words his father shot at me… more than anger of my status - I saw a fear in his eyes.

“Miss Sakshi…” “Wait… Mr. Rawte I have to ask you something, I am not unaware of how much you loathe me… strange part being that I have no fault in the birth of mine, but then you weren’t from a high society either… what is it that you find so terrible in me?” I shot at him.

He took a deep breathe and I knew I had asked the correct question, I saw fear and apprehension in his eyes. “I had been married to someone else before Arjun’s mom… she was a bloo*y b***h… she left me to ruins. Arjun’s nana helped me out of that situation… and there I met his mother… but then my ex wife… she was like you, a burst of life but then a black coal internally. I recovered from that pain but my son won’t be able to do so… I don’t know why you are behind him…” he sighed and I stared at him.

“What would make you believe that I love your son from the bottom of my heart? I know I am just 20 and I myself haven’t confessed to him… but what would make you believe so? Cutting my veins? Suiciding? Signing off every little money I have? Tell me what should I do?” I blinked back the hot tears and looked at the frail man before me. Even though the arrogance and ego hadn’t shed of one bit.

“Leave him… they say true love stands for each other… you won’t speak to him, nor will you ever - I repeat ever contact him. If one month you can stay like this Sakshi… I will believe you love him… and I myself will get you two married… deal?” Suryakant Rawte looked into my eyes. I chuckled to myself “Mr. Rawte - love isn’t business… yeh pyaar koi saudebaazi ke cheez nahi hai. Kaho toh jaan bhi le lo… par… yeh… yeh aapne kya maang liya hai?” I wiped the hot tears away from my face and gulped in a little.

I kept the little bunch of flowers aside “Arjun told that you like carnations. Anyways… I will have sent a mail to you today’s evening… do check it. I pray your health becomes better. Aur kaash ek din aap samaj jaaye ki aap kitna ghalat hai - and I hope I am alive to see it… for me being away from the oxygen in my life… I might just die in this one month. I will respect you sir for the fact that you are my Arjun’s parents. For now don’t even speak a word further to make me disgust you. I have enough self respect in me to not bow down before any cheap stuff… but then just one month? I could even stay like this for one year - if it proves to the “society” how much I love him. But trust me… yeh joh aasu aap dekh rahe hai na… ek din kahi aisa na ho ki aap rote rote reh jayenge par pochne waala koi nahi hoga.” I snapped at him.

“However… if you try to do anything wrong… tab main peeche nahi hatne waali… and do not stuff anything wrong in Arjun’s mind about me, ab tak apne sirf ek soft lover ko dekha hai - next time I swear it will be pure business. I may be younger than you sir, but trust me I just have one advice - don’t mess with me. I can do ANYTHING for Arjun… samjhe ya samjhauun?” I burst on him and walked out.

I wasn’t going to take in  any Ekta Kapoorish bull sh*t with Rawte Sr turning into a villain and spoiling our relationship… I had my tiny sources and anything funny - he would have hell from me.

That was a breaking point for me as well - I had to prove to Mr. Rawte that I am a woman of substance and I do not need Arjun’s financial support!

A soft groan brought me back to reality as his fingers grazed over my hands, then my little tummy and then around my stomach. I cradled his head in my arms and pecked his forehead. I love him too much.

For a second I thought that Jr Kumbkaran might really not be sleeping and just wanted to painfully tease me by his “seductive” moves. But feeling the constant puffs of breath on my collars I knew that he was still under sandman’s spell.

Sandman… aah… a beautiful memory popped up in my mind. Arjun and I believed in every little thing that people called it as scoff or “does not exist” because they thought it was silly to believe so! However from Truth Fairy to Santa - everything we believed in.

The kids complained that they don’t believe in Tooth Fairy because she never leaves a coin and it is either their parents. Arjun and I just passed knowing smiles. We always got a coin. Not that we kept expectations - we just believed her to be a sidekick of Santa Pa!

Living in USA and getting a coin from the Middle East was more than enough for us to believe that she existed - neither him nor I ever questioned the other people… on being rational and logical, they missed out on being “special” and witnessing “miracles”.

I stroked his shoulders fondly when a deep scar on his arm ate me with memories I could never forget.

It was a night after I sent the mail. Arjun didn’t call me up or even speak to me at all. I knew he would be furious after a copy of the mail I sent to him too. I BCC it to him. Couldn’t take any risk or chance.

I hugged the pillow at chewed at it’s tip as night approached… I wasn’t used to sleep… alone.

I wiped out the tears and started to hiccup when a frantic round of bells and knocks knocked my breath out. I could feel his presence from the corridor itself. I bit my lip wondering whether to open the door or not. My love screamed out to open the door yet my self respect forbid me to.

Two friggin special things! WTH!

He broke open the door and I stared at him - shocked… I wasn’t unaware of his muscular strength. He was something special - but this needed superhuman effort.

“Shutting yourself up like some goddamn soap opera queen right?” he barked at me and I winced at his shout. He took measured steps towards me. His eyes held the gleam of a strange obsession, I wanted to hug him and soothe him that everything’s fine. It is just one month, that’s it. That’s simply it.

I looked down, unable to answer thanks to my damned oath. I yelped as he pinned me to the wall, gripping my wrists in a painful hold. “Tell me, friggin answer me Damn It! You love me just this much eh? You love me just this little much that one guy speaks whatever and yeah, tum humari pyaar ki bali chadhao? You don’t love me Sakshi! You just don’t love me! Never show me your face again! I hate you!” He yelled and threw me aside.

I ran to my bathroom and broke into tears, sobbing uncontrollably… why doesn’t he damn get it! Not that I am too happy with this decision but at times proving people becomes a necessity.

I tiptoed out of the bathroom, expecting him to leave. But there he stood, in the kitchen - running his fingers over an old picture of ours. I stifled a sob and stood there while he came walking towards me. I closed my ears - not able to hear anything more from him while he cupped one of my cheeks in the most tender manner possible. I gasped at his touch and looked into his eyes.

“I am sorry Jaan… I shouldn’t have damned shouted like that, you know I can’t live away from you. I just love you a lot Sakshi… ever since you walked into my life in that mini dress and getting spooked out of me in a monkey cap. I love you my sweetheart…” he mumbled in exhaustion and hugged me tight.

And here I couldn’t even reply. But to my shock he kissed the little tears away and looked into my eyes “You don’t have to reply, I know what you have to say… how will I live without you Sakshi? Kaise?” he teared and rummaged through the living room when he caught me in his arms and settled his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he begged for me to say something to him. But I kept my eyes closed and let this moment pass.

It was the most blissful time in my life. I can’t say when I started loving him - that’s strange because I love him a bit too much.

After a few minutes he placed his arms across mine and peppered kisses on my still swollen lips when I feel something warm on my arm. My eyes shoot open and I stare at his palm. he tried to move it behind and I see that a knife cut was there.

“Arjun!” I gasped in shock and ran to the first aid kid. While aiding to it, my tears never stopped and he repeatedly asked for forgiveness “I was harsh on you! I had to punish myself! How can I…” I stopped his mouth and looked at him “Am I your weakness Arjun? Not your strength? Will you be vulnerable and weak when it concerns me? Not warmth?” I cupped his cheeks and looked into his scared eyes.

He fell silent. I hoped he absorbed what I tried to tell him .

He grabbed me into a bone crushing hug and ruffled my hair “Fine, but you have to agree to one thing. Neither of us will talk for this one month, but every night I will be here. The only time I am not being hounded by nightmares is when I am with you…” he mumbled and I hugged him even tighter.

Life became strange - so as to say. He would keep quiet, move around like my shadow, yet every night embrace me into a bone crushing hug that would make me love him all the way more.

More than a month went by and his father was nowhere close to following his words. Studying Journalism I knew there was only one way to shut Mr. Rawte up. Showing him who “Sakshi” is.

I stormed into his house, no security guard had the guts to stop me. Mr. Rawte was sitting with his usual cup of coffee and looking at me with a mischievous smile.

“Well well… who do we have here? Arjun is very happy in NYPD and in fact I have been looking for potential brides for him. I know he’s pretty young at this moment, but then dear don’t you think a respectable bride would be perfect for his image? I was thinking of the Khuraana’s… I guess they would definitely like to tie up with us in matrimony, aap ko kya lagta hai Sakshi… oh wait, you don’t have a surname right?” He chuckled at me.

“It’s been one year in place of one month Rawte.” I looked into his eyes, from behind his mother looked on. “So what beta? Aakhir tum Arjun ki lagti kya ho? Ek mistress ya phir… you know… has Arjun ever told you of getting married to you? Has he proposed you? I toh just aisi hi told don’t speak to each other, if he and you really wanted you should have fought and made place for each other na, like Heer Ranjha and stuff?” He raised his eyebrow at me.

I didn’t expect anything better from “Rawte” indeed. “I didn’t know Ranjha ke tarha apne bete ko marwaane pe itni dilchasbi hai tumhara…” I chuckled and he glared at me.

“Look woman, you are nothing more than a night’s relief for Arjun! Apni maa ki tarha ek pros…”

“SHUT THE HELL UP RAWTE!” I yelled at him and he jerked back, I got up and pointed a finger at him “What the hell do you think? Aap kuch bhi bakte jayenge aur main sunti javungi? I don’t have a surname because I don’t need one - I create my own identity. Point two, don’t even dare to talk about Arjun and my relation through your filthy mouth! Shobha nahi deti aapki sehet ke liye! And proposal, aapka aur Mrs. Rawte ka toh poora 10 function wedding tha? Why is this “perfect” marriage on the rocks Rawte?” I snapped at him and he looked perplexed.

I raised an eyebrow and sat in front of him “Lisa Traiden, Monica Will, Natasha Bakshi, Mehrunissa Kaleem, Cindy Clark? Anything familiar Rawte?” his face paled dramatically “What are you talking about? Who? I don’t know these secretaries!” He said and startled to find his wife looking at him in shock.

“Aha! Yahi toh fas gaya Rawte! Humne kab kaha that they were your secretaries?” I smirked while he wiped his sweat “Arrey arrey, paise nahi hai kya AC ke liye ki aap bilkul paseena paseena ho chuke hai? Don’t worry, bill main pay kardungi!” I smiled cheekily while he grinned.

“Saboot kya hai!” he said “Of your beautiful affairs? More than enough, in fact ek ka toh abortion report bhi hai mere paas… umm I guess it was the blonde one - Cindy! Dekhna chahoge?” I handed him the copy while Mrs. Rawte looked aside in disgust.

Rawte tore of the sheets and laughed “What do you think Miss Smarty Pants?” he chuckled and I put my hand on my head “Aapko kyun lagta hai ki main ek first class idiot hoon?” I stared at his face “I have already mailed the reports to the New York Times as well as to a few of the Indian Press, you know how they are!” I chuckled and he gaped at me.

“I will sue you… you moron!” he yelled at me “Hold your horses, suing ki jab baat aa hi rahi hai Rawte, what about the fact that you have stolen designs from your Rival Company with the aid of the PA? Oh wait… does the public know that you actually bribed the workers into your company? What about the illegal trades? Chee chee chee Rawte!” I clicked my tongue in sheer annoyance.

He looked at me as if I was a ghost. “Scared are we?” I smiled at his face and dusted my hands “Well all these news have been mailed to Times Now… ab toh bhai be ready when Arnab Goswami attacks you with India Needs An Answer!” I shoved my palms into my pockets.

“ I will kill you! You bi**h! What the hell difference does it make if I had affairs? What difference does it make? Business is no easy thing? And who the hell sent you here? Some damned rival right? You surnameless fu***” Rawte started and was shoved by on the couch.

“Control your tongue Rawte, this is just the beginning of what I know - Investigative Journalism. Aapke zindagi main kuch 10-15 saal baaki hai, apni ghaltia sudharo instead of… aargh… leave it. Main yaha isliye aayi that now I care a fuge about that one month thing. Arjun means the world to me and I love him, that’s all that matters. You really think I was swayed by that sob story of your ex wife? Sirf meri zid thi that’s it! And you know the saddest thing… the only person you ever loved - your son, he hates you the most because he was the first one to find out your string of affairs, usse zabardasti mujhse door leke gaye, par kya woh aapke paas aa gaya? Uske liye mohabbat chahiye hoti hai Rawte, jo aapne kabhi kiya hi nahi… I don’t want any of your money! Nothing I want… now just remember ki agle baar mujhse ulajhne ki koshish bhi mat karna, darrti nahi hoon apse.” I growled and then walked towards his mom.

I hugged her slightly and wiped off her tears “Sorry Aunty I didn’t…” “It’s nothing beta… I knew from long before. I am glad Arjun chose a girl who equals him when it comes to authority. Take care beta.” his mom ruffled my hair and I was about to walk out when one of the guards caught my arm roughly… obviously at Mr. Rawte’s orders.

And at the next second he was on the floor “Kaha tha na Rawte, don’t mess with me or Arjun, kyunki mujhse bura aur koi nahi hoga…” I barked and walked out of the house, not caring about the man who slumped on the sofa.

Followed was a divorce between his parents, Rawte had turned hysterical because he needed a wife! His wife! He cried and begged - somehow at the age of 55 he realised how much he needed his wife. Thus what followed was an amicable separation. She shifted to a house which Arjun and i had gifted.

However Rawte had turned to become a silent man, I never released those scandals even though he talked about my past to everyone. I didn’t destroy his reputation - that’s just not me. It was strange of me to have gotten so damn angry and furious, even though my character is bubbly and talkative. It’s just that anyone who tried to get between Arjun and I - faces hell. Period!

Tears sprang up and I hugged the sleepy Arjun tightly… no matter how much confidence I showed that day, I feared the situation. But with now everything gone with only my lovely Arjun with me, there was nothing else I wanted in this world.

I embraced him for a really long period of time, just seeping in the bliss of having him against me when a phone call from Ayesha disturbed me.

“Haan Ash… yeah coming re… yeah… what! You and Sam… abhi… kuch toh rehem karo yar… it’s just 7 in the morning! Okay come after twenty minutes!” I whispered over the phone.

I quickly pecked Arjun and ran away to the washroom - the burst of shyness getting the better of me!

He

I opened my eyes and smiled, I was way up before lady Sakshi, but I loved the way she caressed and played with me, especially while closing my mouth… at times I found it tempting to spook her and tickle her but then at this time while she murmured to herself I quietly paid attention to what all she spoke.

Oh madam didn’t know that she thought her thoughts aloud. Her sudden activity towards me made me go crazy with desires but as she recalled into the past my heart clenched. My father had always been behind us, I hear at times that he is not doing well in his health - I do care to visit him weekly. Sakshi forced me to this.

I stretched my arms and straightened my shoulders. I looked at the date - 24th December. Oh crap crap crap crap!

Sam jumps in from the window - freaking me out and glaring at me “Saale ab tak kharaate le raha hai! Get up and get ready quick! Tab tak Ayesha and I will handle the woh waala deco! You and Sakshi shower!” he smiled and I nodded when I felt a thud outside.

The pack of clothes fell from Sakshi’s hands. “You and Sakshi shower…” and poor she I could understand her flushed cheeks as she got some rather convoluted images.

Arjun… oh wait… what was I thinking… oh yeah, clutching her mehendi clad palms - OMG Arjun Rawte! What’s wrong with you! I stirred my head and hit Sam while Ayesha and junior Sam in her baby carrier chuckled.

But before I could wish Sakshi Ayesha pushed me to another room “Sorry Dulhe sahab, you won’t get to see your lady for the next few hours! Samjhe ya samjhaaun?” she imitated me while I grimaced and walked into the other washroom.

Inside the locker I took out the letters of Santa’s and re read them. Tears filled in my eyes as he blessed me with the love of a true father - my Christmas Dad. I kissed the letters and showered quickly.

My grooming went like a blur before me with Sam fussing over me being clean shaven whereas I wanted a slight stubble!

I dressed up in my sherwani and took in a deep breath, I tore a sheet of paper and wrote to Christmas Dad, and what the contents were would always remain a secret!

Smiling to myself I was beautifully blindfolded by Sam and taken into a car.

“Yaar why is it smelling so flowery?” I asked and he chuckled. He held my hands and made me walk on grass towards some particular destination.

When he removed the blindfold I was stupefied by the pandal

I hugged Sameer out of excitement and ran around like a crazy person! A seriously crazy person! Moreover at the corner stood my mom, our relation had mended over the years and she embraced me in a loving hug.

“Alright! Cut out on sentiments! Doesn’t anyone want to see the bride or not?” Sameer chuckled and I turned red instantly. I walked towards the white car when she stepped out of it.

And I felt that I was struck by lightening.

She

I stared at the man before me… my cheeks turned crimson as I found him looking at me as if he never saw me before, I myself blushed as he looked ever more handsome in the sherwani.

Was this it? Marrying my best friend and my lover! I looked at the sky above, I was missing Santa Pa… he must be here… he should be here! Arjun held my ice cold hands and took me to the mandap. I half smiled and wished for Arjun to make me his. We had waited  long enough.

Vermillion, mangalsutra, phere - that’s it, I became Mrs. Sakshi Arjun Rawte.

I rolled the name repeatedly in my tongue to get a hang of it. It sounded wonderful! Glorious! Beautiful!

We went back home, surprisingly none of us spoke, he just kept on playing with my palm. “Kya dhund rahe ho?” I asked, softly.

He took my palm into close introspection and looked at me “Tera naam…” he smiled at me with a glint that made me blush.

“Udhar nahi milega…” I whispered, he took my other palm and I chuckled “Idhar hai…” I told and placed his palm over my thudding heart. He kissed my collarbone slightly making me turn all red.

He took me up in his arms as we entered our home, everyone hooted which made me turn red till my toes!

Our home looked so different… so beautiful! With little lights here and there we couldn’t help but hug our small family, Old Joe, Mumma (Arjun’s mom), Sam, Ashu and yeah Samrat too!

Sameer and Ayesha winked at us before showing us the bedroom, then left. Little did they all know that we had other plans!

He

I walked inside the bedroom and watched my wife pressing her fingers together. In spite of being together for eons, there was this light thudding of heart. I took her palms into mine and kissed them gently till she hissed and hugged me tight. “Agar tu itni jaldi sharm jaati toh main kabka shadi kar leta… waise Sakshi…”

I chuckled as she hit my chest then hmmed in response “Ab pata hai na ki ek ladka aur ladki main difference kya hai? I mean explain karoon?” I shrieked as she hit me and turned red!

After a few more teasing sessions and sneaky kisses she held my hand in hers and closed her eyes, she was praying I guessed. I felt warm tears trickling down and wiped them away.

I knew what she was thinking… our relation over the years. It meant so much… So very much.

“Oh Arjun! Humain change karna chahiye you know!” Sakshi squealed and I laughed in delight, I helped her out of the dupatta while she helped me out with the sherwani. She ushered me out of the robe and I teased her again.

I received a call then Dad… “Yes…” I answered, a gulp forming on my throat “Congratulations son…” “Thanks…” I whispered back “I love you beta… may you two stay happily ever after…” his voice croaked over the phone.

“Hmm…” I managed to say “I miss you son…” he said “I always did Papa… always…” anger builds in me but then he sounds frail “forgive me… I hope Sakshi too can forgive me…” he said.

I was about to say something when Sakshi took the phone from my hands… “Rawte Uncle, you are the reason why my Arjun is here… I have forgiven you long back. Take care…” she said

“Thank you beti…” he whispered and cut the call. I smiled at the woman in front, her heart was bigger than the universe around.

She noticed my tears and hugged me tight “Waise, how do you think am looking?” she winked and I stepped back, studying the silk robe she wore. “Just like how my beautiful wife is supposed to be!” I hugged her tightly.

3rd person’s POV

“Uh…” he groaned… “Ouch…” she whimpered…

A few more noises such as falling of things followed.

Of course! Crazy Arakshi were trying to outdo each other as to who sets up the tree first, while he fell on his bum, Sakshi pricked her finger.

After an hour of hardwork Arjun put Sakshi on his shoulder and allowed her to put the star right on top. And then she was in his arms, swinging left and right as she approved the design while he stared at his wife with a fond daze.

However, instead of yapping all the way like the times she used to (as a teen), her gaze turned soft and she gently looked at the man who held her in his arms. A comforting love shot up through their spines. And unlike his childhood he too just stared at the lovely woman in his arms.

His life.

Sakshi held on to his shoulders as well as for her dear life as Arjun brought her closer for a teasing brush of lips. Before any further thing could happen Sakshi whispered “Dood…”

Arjun frowned “Dood!” he stared at the gorgeous woman who knew how to ruin romance in her expert ways!

“Arrey Baba, aaj Santa Pa ko bhuka rakhoge kya?” Sakshi winked and at that very moment, the husband and wife dissipated to best friends!

“Arrey Arjun! Look at this!” Sakshi squealed and revealed a pretty gift signed by Old Joe.

“Me dearest little kiddos! Sonny and cutie, congrats on your wedding and remember your Old Joe always! And sweeties inside there are a few gifts for you…”

Arjun and Sakshi half smiled and turned emotional with the note, a buzz of memories came through and the two teared up on seeing a packet of Hershey’s chocolates and best cheesecakes inside.

“Sakshi!” Arjun hugged her tightly while Sakshi hugged him back “Love you…” she whispered.

Silence seemed to be the main language as she placed the full cream milk in a chilled jug and a bowl of organic chocolate chip cookies. To tease her Arjun tried to steal a cookie to be slapped on his hand by Sakshi. “Dhat!” she said softly, her voice changed and her looks lowered when she realized that his fingers fumbled with the knots of her silk robe.

She very well knew what was inside, perhaps his vest would have more clothing than that.

It was Ayesha’s fault!

Sakshi never… never thought of these things but her lovebirds gave her all the ideas of being wonderful and sweet, well truth be told Sakshi did love them as they had a ten year steady fantastic marriage.

Then the two sat in front of the trees and closed their eyes for half a second.

They smiled at the sofa, for that’s where they would be tonight. However Arjun and Sakshi started to feel very drowsy, that was the speciality of Christmas Night.

Sakshi asked him to wait and groggily went to the bedroom while Arjun scratched his head and decided to do something romantic yet special!

The two came down and looked at each other in shock, both were carrying a handful of rose petals to be put on the sofa.

They laughed and threw the petals on each other instead. Arjun changed into his half pants and vest, while Sakshi whispered to her Santa Pa.

As Arjun sat on the sofa he looked at his wife and signaled her to come. For poor Sakshi, her breath hitched as he moved his fingers, gesturing him to come to the sofa. She played with the little strands of her robe and tip toes towards Arjun.

Arjun chuckled at her shyness, he looked back to see his letter resting below the tree and smiled. He already felt as if Santa Pa was here, somewhere near them… somewhere very near.

Sakshi crawled beside him while he fumbled with the knot “I don’t think we need this tonight…” he whispered huskily and bit her earlobe making her yelp.

His eyes popped out to see her delicate feminine form encased in a laced navy blue and black lingerie. She hid her face in her palms and waited for him to say or do something.

She knew she had feminine assets but this dress took it to altogether to another level! She felt a throbbing sensation and heat from him, and realised that the pillow was away! She turned red and realised why he kept so all these years…

He put an arm around her and prodded her to look at him “Look at me Sakshi…” he whispered and she gazed up.

He smiled at the fond large doe shaped eyes, he pulled her right against him, her soft curves molded into his hardened figure - as if they were carved for each other.

“Now I know why I met you, you gave me a life to live… and you gifted me the faith of Christmas Dad...” he kissed away the little tear that formed.

“And you allowed me to live a life, you completed my name, you completed me…” She closed her eyes in bliss as he hid traced the little contours of your face.

Sakshi’s heart warmed, “Merry Christmas Arjun…” she pecked him slightly. His grip tightened over her waist and they both smiled as now they realised the sofa, once huge for them as kids now barely had enough space for air!

Sakshi rest her head on his chest and heart his breath reverberate when he pecked her forehead, where the auspicious vermillion lay… “Merry Christmas Sakshi… Mrs. Sakshi Arjun Rawte…” he grinned.

The two looked into the air and whispered “Merry Christmas Santa!”

With that the two destined souls dreamt of a future of a blissful marriage, a handful of children - and the eternal relation of love with the special one above.

Santa grinned as he stepped in and read their letters. He looked at his two innocent children and pecked their forehead - they meant his world to him.

He was there every time, right next to them. He chuckled at his son’s tiny advances to his little princess, he cried when Rawte blasted at his princess, he smiled as the two gave innocent kisses to each other, he laughed when his kids did the most silliest things of life, like his princess not wanting to come out of the changing room because of the blue robe! For him they would always be of 5 and 8 years.  

He walked towards the decorated tree and thought that it was wonderfully strange that his children decided to deco the tree during their wedding night. He bit into the little cookie and took a sip of the milk.

He picked up a little piece of decoration and kept it beside the sofa, he closed his boy’s open mouth and pecked his princess’s head. A small tear of happiness lay as the parting was filled with vermillion.

He vowed to be with his precious ones till the end of time.

He disappeared as his princess shook and then got up from her slumber along with his boy…

For they heard the ringing of the bell…  

Belief lays amidst the bottom of one’s heart, it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not, for there are only three types of truth,

Your truth, my truth & the rest

The truth of the Universe…

*Note :  the last two lines are taken from the Immortals of Meluha by Amish.