"Adhuri Gandh" is an interesting Hindi romantic novel that tells the unique love story of RV and Kabir. In this journey between RV, who feels the smell of emotions, and Kabir, who has no emotional smell, learn how true love is deeper than physical attraction. The story showcases romance and emotional bonding from a new perspective.
Chapter 1: City of smells.
Every street, every nook and corner of the city was like an open book for the RV, whose language was smell. It wasn't a common smell... Not the smell of roses or rain soil, but the smell of human emotions. She had a rare neurological condition of sniffing out hidden feelings inside people. The smell of happiness would smell like sweet oranges to him, while the smell of sorrow would be as heavy as wet wood. Anger stung like burning charcoal and fear suffocated like a locked, sealed room.It could have been a unique gift for anyone, but for RV's it often became a burden. In a crowded city like Mumbai, where millions of people roam around carrying the burden of their emotions, every day of RV was like going through an emotional storm. The local train journey was the most difficult for him. The mixed smells of hope, despair, anger, and love from thousands of people surrounded him, and his head began to spin.
Because of this, he had made his world smaller. She worked in a small library, where the calming and soothing smell of old books surrounded her. Books were her best friends because they contained only stories, not emotions.
One evening, when a light drizzle was soaking the city, a boy entered the library. He was wearing a black hoodie and there was a strange calmness on his face, which knocked RV. As he passed by, RV closed his eyes and tried to pick up his "smell," which was his habit.
But he didn't feel anything. Nothing anything.
There was only an emptiness - not the sweetness of joy, not the moisture of sorrow, not the bitterness of anger. It was like an open space where no wind blows. RV opened his eyes in surprise. How could this have happened? Every human being had some smell, no matter how mild it was.
The boy, whose name was Kabir, quietly walked into the books section. RV kept looking at her, her senses were deceived for the first time. This emptiness was making him more uneasy than any strong smell. A thousand questions popped up in his mind. Who's this boy? And why does it have no smell?
It was a new chapter in RV's life, and he knew that the secret of this "unfulfilled smell" was going to take his quiet world by storm.
Chapter 2: the sound of silence.
For the next few days, Kabir started coming to the library almost every evening. He would come quietly as usual, sit in a corner for hours, read and then disappear into the darkness. Her presence had become a puzzle for RV. The more she tried to look at him, the more confused he became.His eyes were deep, but he didn't see anything. Her smile, which rarely came, died before it reached her lips. RV mustered the courage to speak to her several times, but each time the words were replaced by a strange silence. She would walk past him, and he would feel the same emptiness again - a peace that was frightening.
One day, RV dared to ask her, "What kind of books do you like? Kabir looked up at him. For a moment RV thought that maybe today he would feel any "smell," but no. His eyes were like a calm lake with no movement. "Just... read anything," he said softly and then lost himself in his book.
There was not even a hint of movement in his voice. For RV, it was like meeting a human being who was living but not feeling. This emotional emptiness of his was pulling RV towards himself. She wanted to know what was the secret behind this silence.
RV realized that this unique ability of his, which was a burden for him till now, could come in handy for the first time today. She couldn't feel Kabir's smell, but perhaps she could teach him to "feel." This challenge became a passion for him.
That evening, when Kabir started to leave, RV stopped him and said, "See you tomorrow. "Kabir just shook his head and left without saying anything. But in that one moment of silence, RV heard the sound of an untold story, a story that had no smell, but a lot of depth. It was the beginning of a unique love story, which was not being written in words, but in silence.
Chapter 3: the first layer.
RV decided that she would enter Kabir's world slowly. He started making small efforts. She would make coffee for him and quietly put it on his table. Sometimes she would talk about the book she was reading. Kabir's answer would always be short and flat, but now he would shake a light-hearted head at the sight of RV, which was a start.One evening, after the library was closed, RV was packing his things when he noticed Kabir was still sitting on the bench outside and looking at the sky. The rain had stopped, and there was a freshness in the air. RV dared to go and sit beside him.
They both remained silent for some time. Then RV gently asked, "Why are you always so calm, Kabir? "Kabir did not take his eyes off the sky. "Because there's nothing special to say," she said.
"That can't happen," he said. "Every human being has a story, some emotions. Kabir finally turned to him. There was a strange sadness in her eyes, which RV was seeing for the first time, even though she couldn't smell it. "What if someone has stopped feeling their emotions? "He asked a question that seemed like a shadow of his own pain.
It was the first time Kabir had allowed a layer inside him to open up. RV didn't feel any smell in that moment, but he felt a deep emotional weight. He realized that the smell of Kabir did not disappear; He is simply hidden so deep that no feeling can reach his surface.
"Maybe he needs someone to teach him how to feel again," RV said softly, his voice carrying an unspoken courage.
Kabir did not say anything, but when he went home that night, RV felt that a new relationship was being born in the silence between them. A relationship that went beyond smell and physical attraction. It was an unspoken dialogue between two souls.
Chapter 4: The smell of rain.
RV felt that Kabir has to be broken not by words, but by experiences. She had to make Kabir feel the small things that the world often ignores. One day, when the first heavy rain of the monsoon was falling, RV waited outside the library. When Kabir came, he extended his hand instead of extending the umbrella."Come on, let's get wet today," she said with a mischievous smile.
Kabir looked at her in surprise, as if she was saying some crazy thing. "We will go. "He said in a firm tone.
"Yes, that's the point. "RV held her hand and pulled her into the rain.
At first, Kabir was uncomfortable. Cold drops of water were falling on her face and soaking her clothes. He stood still, while RV walked around in the rain like a child, closing his eyes and feeling every drop.
"Try it, Kabir," she said, laughing. "Feel the smell of the soil rising after the rain. It smells like hope - as if everything has become new and clean. Kabir closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He didn't feel any emotion, but he felt something else. A forgotten memory. A faintly hazy picture of childhood, when he played in the rain with his mother. For a moment there was an expression on his face, a sadness in which a little sweetness had dissolved.
RV saw this change. She didn't smell anything, but she saw a movement in his eyes. It was a small victory. That day, Kabir fell ill, but when he came to the library the next evening, there was a newness in his silence. She held out a cup of hot coffee to RV and said, "Thank you. "The word was small, but for RV it was nothing short of a beautiful smell. The first crack had appeared in Kabir's wall.
Chapter 5: shadows of the past.
As the days passed, the silence between Kabir and RV began to ease. Now they sat together for hours and read books in silence, and this silence connected them, not separated them. RV never directly questioned her about her past. She was waiting for Kabir himself to be ready to tell her story.One evening, Kabir was reading an old, dusty book. RV saw that his hands were trembling. She went over to him and sat down quietly.
"It was my father's favourite book," Kabir said in a low voice, without raising his eyes. It was the first time he had mentioned his family.
RV remained silent, giving her a chance to speak.
"He was a painter," Kabir added. He used to say that there is a hidden emotion in every colour. Red is the colour of love, blue is the colour of peace. "His voice was broken. "In a car accident... I lost him and mother together. "Ravi's heart sank. He was beginning to understand the reason for Kabir's emptiness. Such a huge shock could have numbed any human being emotionally. He saw that Kabir's eyes were moist, but not a single tear came out. It was as if he had buried all his tears somewhere very deep.
"After that day," Kabir said, "I started to feel all the colours fade. All the joys, all the sorrows... they all look the same. It hurts so much to feel, RV. So I stopped feeling it. "He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She still didn't feel any smell, but she could feel the storm inside her - a pain so deep that it had no smell.
"You don't have to feel everything alone, Kabir," he said softly. "Sometimes, holding someone's hand is enough. "That night, Kabir had entrusted him with a small part of his story, and RV handled it like a precious treasure. She knew that her job now was not just to make him feel, but also to share his pain.
Chapter 6: The feeling of colors.
After knowing Kabir's past, RV changed his strategy. If emotions were associated with colours for Kabir, perhaps they could be brought back through colours. The following Sunday, she took him to an art gallery.The gallery was filled with modern art. Bright, vivid colors were scattered on huge canvases. Kabir moved silently from one painting to another, there was no expression on his face. RV was a little disappointed, but he didn't give up.
They stopped in front of a painting in which there was a whirlwind of countless colors - The angry red, the calm blue, the envious green, and the joyous yellow, were all entangled in each other.
"How does that make you feel? "Ravi asked.
"Just... there are colours," Kabir said, shrugging his shoulders.
"No, Kabir," said RV, looking into his eyes. "Look carefully. It's not just colors, it's emotions. This is life. Confusing, difficult, but beautiful. "She was using her father's words, trying to remind him.
RV held her hand and took her closer to the painting. "Look at that yellow. Are you feeling the heat yet? Look at that blue. Do you feel at peace? "Kabir stared at the painting. He looked at it a long time. Then, very slowly, he said, "The red color... prickles. "It was a small thing, but for RV it was a whole poem. He felt it. Even if a little, but he had felt a feeling associated with a color. There were tears of joy in Ravi's eyes. She felt for the first time that Kabir was coming back. He was trying to get out of the confinement of his emotions.
While returning from the gallery that day, Kabir held RV's hand for the first time. It was an unspoken promise, that he would try.
The last chapter: The whole smell.
Love is a slow process, especially when it comes to reuniting a broken person. RV and Kabir gave time to each other. The RV would take him to different places - Sometimes in the crowded market, where there was a mixed smell of life, sometimes on the quiet beach, where there was the music of waves. With every experience, another brick of Kabir's emotional wall would fall.He was now smiling, sometimes even laughing at RV's jokes. There was no longer that emptiness in his eyes, but a new glow. RV never expected to smell her smell; She just wanted to see him become a happy and complete human being.
The story ended on an ordinary evening. They were sitting in a park, the sun was setting and the sky was filled with orange and pink colors. They were silently holding each other's hands when Kabir suddenly turned towards RV.
She took both of his hands in hers and looked deeply into his eyes. "RV," she said, and there was a feeling in her voice that RV had never heard before. "When I met you, my world was colorless and silent. You filled it with color, music, and taught me to live again. "There were tears in his eyes, but this time they were flowing. "I don't know what it feels like or what it smells like. "But I think... Te amo. "And in that moment, what RV had hoped for happened.
He felt the smell.
It wasn't like any smell he'd ever smelled before. It was a mixed feeling of post-rain soil, old books, fresh coffee, and thousands of unrecognizable, beautiful flowers. It was soothing, soothing, and so powerful that tears welled up in RV's eyes.
It was the smell of Kabir. Of her love, of her pain, of her hope, and the smell of her soul. It wasn't perfect; It was the most complete and beautiful smell in the world.
RV went ahead and hugged Kabir. He didn't need words anymore. She had smelled thousands of emotions in her life, but today was the first time she felt love in its truest and deepest form. It was a love that broke the silence, returned the colors, and fulfilled an "unfulfilled smell."
Conclusion: the smell of us.
(A year later)It was a sunny spring morning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the pungent smell of wet colours wafted through RV and Kabir's small apartment. It was the scent of their world now... A smell that RV named "home."
Kabir, who now often wore brightly colored shirts except for his old hoodie, stood in front of a large canvas. She had a brush in her hand and a soothing meditation on her face. He was beginning to paint again, living his father's legacy in a new way. His canvases were no longer colorless; They were an explosion of emotions - The yellow of hope, the deep red of passion, and a cool blue that was reminiscent of RV's eyes.
RV was watching her standing at the door, holding two mugs of coffee in his hand. She could still smell all the emotions in the world, but it didn't feel like a burden anymore. Kabir's presence was like a quiet island where she could take refuge from the emotional noise of the world. Her scent - that unique blend of rain, books, and love - was now part of RV's own breath. It was like a steady, slow fire that kept her always warm.
He looked at Kabir and felt a new smell. Like fast pine and ozone. It was his "slightly irritating" smell.
"Where are you stuck? "He asked with a laugh.
Kabir turned to look at him, a mischievous smile on his lips. "There's nothing to hide, right? "He pointed to a corner of the canvas. "It doesn't look good. "Let it be. "RV approached and said, resting his head on her shoulder. "There is a beautiful smell in your every effort, Kabir. Your hard work, your passion. "Kabir put the brush down and stuffed it in his arms. Now his touch was warm and sweet. "And your smell," he said softly, hiding his face in RV's hair, "is like sandalwood and old books. It's like peace. "It was his new language - a mixture of words and smells. They could also read each other's silence and smell each other's emotions. His love was not perfect. Sometimes, RV's "sniffing" of Kabir's every little mood would disturb him, and sometimes Kabir's way of expressing his feelings would be a little awkward, as he was still learning. But their love was true, because it was formed in spite of every shortcoming.
That evening, they were walking hand-in-hand in the same park where Kabir had first professed his love. The sun was setting, and the sky was tinged with the same orange and pink colors.
"Think of it. "Kabir said," A year ago, I was sitting here with a void. "" You were not empty, Kabir, "said RV, holding his hand tightly. "The smell was always there. She was just looking for the right opportunity to come out. Kabir stopped and looked into her eyes. Her own scent had now turned into a calm, confident scent that completely engulfed the RV. He said softly, "That was you, RV. You were my opportunity. "" Unfinished smell "was not just Kabir's; It was both of them. Two imperfect people who were complete together. And now, they had a shared smell of their own - the smell of understanding, acceptance, and a love that transcended every feeling.