Song recommandation 1. Bade achhe lagte hain Enjoying reading

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As they walked toward Tilpat, the surroundings grew quieter, and a solemn calm seemed to blanket the air. Nisha glanced at Nakul, his face a mix of determination and thoughtfulness, his steps steady as he moved beside her. Vedvyas led them, his serene presence grounding them in this moment, as though each step brought them closer to a realm where love might find shelter from the shadows of fate.

The dense trees rustled softly, their leaves whispering ancient secrets, as if carrying stories of countless travelers who had tread these very paths, seeking answers and blessings. Nisha’s heart, though heavy with the curse, now held a sliver of hope. She looked up at Nakul, who offered her a reassuring smile. With every step, she felt her resolve grow stronger, as though the journey itself was bestowing a quiet strength upon her.

After hours, they paused near a clearing bathed in moonlight, and Vedvyas raised his hand, signaling them to rest. As they settled on the cool grass, Vedvyas began to speak of Shiv and Parvati’s own trials—their patient wait, their unwavering devotion to one another.

"Yahi tumhara path hai, putri," he said, his eyes resting on Nisha with deep understanding. "Prem aur shraddha se jeevan ke sab parikshaon ka saamna karna hi safalta ka mool mantra hai."

("This is your path, my child. To face life's trials with love and devotion is the true essence of success.")

Nisha closed her eyes, her thoughts shifting to the temple at Tilpat, where she would soon stand before Shiv and Parvati. She prayed that their love would receive the divine blessing it needed to overcome even the fiercest curse.



As dawn approached, casting a warm glow across the horizon, they prepared to continue. Tilpat lay ahead, promising answers they had yet to uncover, and a destiny waiting to unfold.

As they settled down to rest, Nisha quietly called for Rati, the celestial pigeon, in her mind. Nearby, Vedvyasji wandered off, gathering vibrant flowers from the bushes, lost in his own thoughts. Nakul sat beside Nisha, admiring her with a gentle smile.

A sudden flutter of wings broke the silence, and Rati appeared, his feathers glinting in the soft moonlight. He landed gracefully before them, looking at them both with an affectionate gaze.

"Kaisi ho, Nisha aur Rajkumar Nakul? Aap theek ho to hain na?" he asked, tilting his head inquisitively. (*"How are you, Nisha and Prince Nakul? I hope you're both well?"*)

Nakul smiled, nodding as he glanced at Nisha. She gently held Rati in her hands, her gaze turning earnest.

"Rati, ab mujhe Govind ki bohot zarurat hai," she began softly, her voice carrying a hint of desperation. "Tum toh jaan hi chuke hoge shraap ke baare mein. Mere mann mein uske liye koi dukh nahi hai, parantu kaise uska saamna karna hai, yeh jaanna hai. Aur woh apni sakhi se milne ab nahi aayenge toh kab aayenge? Issliye unhe tum, ho sake toh mere paas aane ke liye kehdo." ("Rati, I really need Govind now. You must know about the curse by now. There is no sorrow in my heart over it, but I need to know how to face it. If he won’t come to see his friend now, then when will he come? So please, if you can, tell him to come to me.")

Rati settled down on her lap, ruffling his feathers as he listened. He nodded thoughtfully and then chirped, "Arre, par woh toh yeh dekho, samne hi hain!" ("Oh, but look, he is right here in front of you!") Rati pointed toward Vedvyas, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Nisha playfully narrowed her eyes at him, catching his teasing. Rati chuckled, quickly correcting himself, "Acha, acha, theek hai, main bolta hoon unhe." ("Alright, alright, I’ll tell him.") He took off into the night sky, leaving Nisha and Nakul smiling at his antics.

Just then, they noticed Vedvyas returning with his collected flowers, and in the distance, a bullock cart approached, its wheels creaking under the weight of various items loaded for the Shiv-Parvati Puja. Nakul waved to the driver, asking where he was headed.

The man smiled and said, “Main Tilpat jaa raha hoon. Yeh sab Puja ka saamaan hai—ghee, chawal, aur aur bhi kuch cheezen.” ("I’m heading to Tilpat. These are all supplies for the Puja—ghee, rice, and other items.")

Vedvyas exchanged a few words with him, and the driver kindly agreed to give them a lift to the village. With gratitude, Vedvyas sat at the front next to the driver, while Nakul and Nisha climbed up into the back, settling in among the sacks and bundles of Puja items. As the bullock cart began its steady journey towards Tilpat, Nisha and Nakul looked at each other, feeling a renewed sense of hope, as though divine guidance itself had joined their path forward.

As they sat on the cart, Nakul and Nisha faced each other. Nisha took in the beauty around her, her eyes wandering over the forest, enjoying the cool morning breeze. The sun’s rays streamed through the trees, casting a warm glow on her face, enhancing her already radiant features. Nakul couldn’t take his eyes off her; she looked like a vision of grace and serenity.

He folded his hands and lowered his head a if seeking blessings. Nisha noticed his gesture and, puzzled, asked, "Kya hua, Nakul? Tum mujhe pranam kyun kar rahe ho?" ("What happened, Nakul? Why are you bowing to me?")

Nakul looked up, his eyes filled with warmth. "Are Nisha, premi ke liye premika hi uski Devi hoti hai. Aur prem iss jagat ka sabse bada dharm hai, toh iss hisaab se jis se prem hota hai, woh Devi ya Devta hi hua na?" ("Nisha, for a lover, his beloved is his goddess. Love is the greatest religion in this world, so by that logic, the one you love becomes your goddess or god, don’t they?")

Nisha smiled, enchanted by his thoughts. "Acha hua main yahan agayi... Varna Kaliyug mein tum jaise Rajkumar mujhe kahan milte bhala?" ("It's good that I came here… where could I find a prince like you in Kaliyug?") They both chuckled at the playful thought.

As he looked at her, he wondered again how he had fallen so deeply for this woman—not just for her beauty but her elegance, her spirit, and even her voice. He remembered how he’d first noticed her voice, that soft melody which had lingered in his heart.

"Nisha, tumhara awaaz itna madhur hai... kya tumhe gayan ka shauk nahi?" he asked, leaning a bit closer. ("Nisha, your voice is so sweet... do you enjoy singing?")

She glanced at him and replied, "Haan, gayan mujhe pasand hai, Rajkumar." ("Yes, I enjoy singing, Prince.")

Nakul, now sitting beside her, leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Toh kuch suna do priye... bada pareshan lag raha hoon beth-beth ke aise. Kuch apne Kaliyug ka hi sahi." ("Then sing something, beloved... I'm quite bored just sitting here like this. Sing something from your Kaliyug, perhaps.")

Nisha’s smile grew, amused by his words, and she pondered a moment before softly beginning to sing. Her voice carried a delicate, heartfelt tone:

“Bade Acche Lagte Hain Yeh Dharti, Yeh Nadiyaa, Yeh Rainaa aur…”

(I have a deep affection for this earth, these rivers, and this night, and…)

Nakul leaned close, smiling playfully, “Aur?” (And?)

Nisha glanced at him, a gentle smile playing on her lips, “…Aur tum.” ("...And you."*)

She turned away, closing her eyes as the emotion in the song swelled. Her voice grew softer as a tear rolled down her cheek, echoing the longing in the lyrics. Putting her head on Nakul's shoulder.

“Hum tum kitne paas hain Kitne door hain chaand sitare Sach poocho toh mann ko jhoothe lagte hain yeh saare.” ("Though we are close, it feels the stars keep us apart; to my heart, these are all lies…")

Nakul noticed her tear and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing it away. Just as she was about to continue, he placed a finger on her lips and, with a soft smile, finished the line himself.

“Magar sacche lagte hain Yeh Dharti, Yeh Nadiyaa, Yeh Rainaa aur… Aur tum.” ("But what feels true is this earth, this river, this night… And you.")

A small smile broke across her face as Nakul affectionately pinched her cheek.

“Waah, Nakul, tum toh bade acche gaate ho,” Nisha praised, “parantu tumne kaise sahi gaya bina jaane?” ("Wow, Nakul, you sing so well. But how did you sing so correctly without knowing it?")

Nakul chuckled, “Kyunki maine anuman lagaya tumhara gana sunke.” ("Because I guessed from your singing.")

Their journey continued, the cart rocking gently as they neared the village. Vedvyas Ji, got down and turned to inform them, “Main seedha mandir chala jaaunga, sab kuch puja ke liye tayaar karne.” ("I’ll head directly to the temple to organize everything for the Puja.") Just then, the cart driver asked, "Yeh dono vyavahit hain kya, Rishivar?" ("Are these two married, Rishivar?")

Vedvyas Ji looked back at them thoughtfully, and realizing the situation, Nakul, in an instant, took out his small khanjar, making a small cut on his thumb and pressing it to Nisha’s forehead, marking her with his blood. Nisha looked at him, wide-eyed but Nakul turned around to the cart driver and with a soft smile nodded, understanding his gesture and looking at Nisha's forehead filled with blood which looked like sindoor from a certain distance the cart driver nodded approvingly, convinced.

Vedvyas Ji then said to the driver, “Inhe issi gaon mein do-teen din ke liye kahin sharan de do. Ye puja khatam karke yahan se chale jayenge.” ("Offer them shelter in this village for a couple of days. They’ll leave after the Puja.")

The driver smiled and said, “Ji, jaisa aap kahe, Rishivar.” ("Yes, as you say, Rishivar.") He glanced back at Nakul and Nisha with warmth.

Vedvyas Ji looked at both of them and said, “Kal shaam ko Puja ke baad Mahadev aur Mata Parvati se aashirwad lene zaroor aana.” (*"After the Puja tomorrow evening, be sure to come receive blessings from Mahadev and Mata Parvati."*)

With a final nod, he made his way toward the temple, leaving Nakul and Nisha to start this new chapter together in the quiet village, their hearts united, awaiting the blessings of the divine.

As they reached the center of the village, the cart driver stepped down, his voice ringing out across the gathering villagers. "Yeh pati-patni hamare mehmaan hain," he announced warmly. "Kuch din ke liye hamare gaon ke Shiv-Parvati vivah ka anand lene aaye hain. Inhe rehne ka koi sthan dedo." (*"This husband and wife are our guests. They’ve come to enjoy our village’s Shiv-Parvati festival for a few days, so find them a place to stay."*)

The villagers immediately surrounded them, curiosity and excitement shining on their faces. With bright smiles, a few women stepped forward, pulling Nisha along with cheerful remarks about her beauty. They marveled at her, saying she truly looked like a princess. Giggling children gathered around as well, eagerly guiding her toward a small, cozy house. Nisha shot Nakul a look, half-pleading for help, as she was unsure what to do amidst all the attention. Nakul only smiled, pretending not to notice her silent request, and watched as she was spirited away.

Soon, after everyone left, a gentle, elderly woman entered the room where Nisha had been taken. She studied Nisha thoughtfully and handed her a bright sari, her gaze kind yet slightly admonishing. "Yeh lo, beta. Tum shaadi-shuda hokar safed vastra pehni ho, yeh acchi baat nahin. Yeh aise vastr toh hum jese vidhwa aurton ko hi ache lagte hain. Tum yeh sari abhi ke liye pehno, kal puja mein jo chahe, maang lena. Yeh tumhara hi ghar hai, beta. Ye Mera ghar hain parantu mera koi santan nahi issliye akeli rehti hun to Puja ke samay gaon Walon ne mujhe atithiyon ko yahan rehne ka jagah Dene ka dayitava diya hai" ("Here, child. You’re married but wearing white, which isn’t ideal. This type of cloth suits widows like us better. For now, wear this sari, and for tomorrow's puja, you can ask for anything you need. Think of this as your own home, This is my home, but I have no children, so I live alone here. During the time of the puja, the villagers have given me the responsibility to provide a place for the guests to stay .")

Nisha, overwhelmed by the genuine warmth and care, hugged the elderly woman, thanking her. The woman beamed and left them after also handing Nakul a cotton dhoti, admiring his handsome appearance. Nakul accepted it with a bashful smile, adding a bit of dramatic shyness, and watched the elderly woman leave. Once they were alone, Nisha suddenly pinched him.

“Ow!” Nakul yelped, not too loudly, as he looked at her in surprise.

She laughed and said, “Yeh toh tumhe chaiye hi tha, Kumar Nakul, kyunki tum mujhe bachane ke bajaye meri paristhiti par hans rahe the.” ("You deserved this, Prince Nakul, for laughing at my situation instead of helping me.")

Nakul chuckled, replying, “Tum thodi kisi duvidha mein thi ke main tumhari raksha karta! Tum toh rajkumari bani huyi ho gaon ke logon ke liye.” ("It’s not like you were in trouble for me to rescue you! You’ve become a princess for these villagers.”)

Nisha rolled her eyes, glancing at the door where the villagers had departed, then said, “Yahan ke log kitne ache hain. Hame na jante hain, na kuch, phir bhi hamari itni madad karne ko tayar hain.” ("The people here are so good-hearted. They don’t know us at all, yet they’re ready to help us so much.”)

Nakul nodded, his face softening. “Yahan har ghar aisa hi hai, priye. Gaon mein aisi prem, kruna, daya aur madad ki bhavna zyada hoti hai. Vasudev Kutumbakam — yeh toh suna hi hoga tumne.” ("Every home here is like this, my dear. In a village, there’s an abundance of love, compassion, kindness, and willingness to help. Surely, you’ve heard of ‘Vasudev Kutumbakam’ — the world is one family.”)

When he received no reply, Nakul glanced over to see Nisha standing still, staring intently at something in the corner of the room. Following her gaze, he spotted it too—a single bed.

They looked at each other, the realization sinking in. “Oh no,” they thought in unison.

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