Aarpaar bunat: over 🔥, under, over 😈 — phir dekhte hain

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Seedhai of a bunat comes from the aarpaar, nothing else. Newar goes over two taana and under the next two, all the way across. That rhythm started at six in the sehan 👀. Aarpaar keeps the manji square when two people lie on it sideways. Baan at the serh takes the strain and the taana stay parallel. By seven the first eight rows of aarpaar were done. Your bike stopped at the khera gate around eight, which I heard. Aarpaar work does not stop for anybody, so I kept going. You stood at the painta end and watched the newar cross 🔥. Nine o'clock, and the aarpaar had reached the middle of the manji. Soorakh were full and the newar had my kurti stuck to the bunat. Your hand went flat onto the bunat and the taana answered. Aarpaar went wrong twice after that, both times my own fault. Newar crossed three taana instead of two and the seedhai broke. Undoing those rows with you sitting on the serh took an hour 😈. By eleven the bunat was tight and the paye had stopped shifting. Aarpaar under my back held without a single creak from the paye. Your mouth found my throat and the newar found my knees 💋. Midnight, and the manji had gone warm right through the aarpaar. Warm newar lets a knee slide where it should not, every time. We stayed on the bunat long after the sehan went quiet 🥵. At two the aarpaar had stretched and the taana sat lower than before. Baan at the serh needed a fresh pull, which nobody wanted to give it. The manji stayed exactly as it was till morning, ude hi. Morning light came through the aarpaar and threw squares on the sehan floor. Eight rows were still unwoven at the painta end, and they stayed that way. Seedhai of the finished half had come out exactly right. Aarpaar, taana, baan, seedhai — in that sequence, every single time 🌙. Eight rows of newar still wait at the painta end of this manji. I will start the aarpaar again with you sitting on the serh.