Chapter 7

so sorry for the delay friends hope to get this back on track now for you all..

sorry sorry sorry

Chapter 7

On return home, Arnav could see the kitchen light on and decided to see who was still awake at this time whilst Khushi retired to their room.

He stepped into the kitchen to find Anjali filling a jug of water in her nightwear.

Did you have a nice time? she asked.. he replied with a nod putting his car keys down on the counter.

There was a still a tone of disagreement between them it seemed.

Did you tell her about your trip? She asked inquisitive.

No.. It wasn't the right time to talk about that.

She gave him yet another disappointed look and so it was now time to open this up.

Look di..  I know you don't agree with the way I've approached this marriage but getting engaged to Khushi and marrying her later was about us both being ready for it. she was a college going girl, making her career deciding what she wants in life,  girls go out date, explore, need space rather than imprisonment into marriage at a age like that.

But khushi did non of that Arnav, you're her first date, today was her first ever date with you her husband and you made her wait 3 years.  Arnav looked at his sister for a moment in silence. A horrible feeling crept under him.

 

 

As khushi walked into the room she saw at the poolside that her mother in laws piano had been bought down just as requested.

There was a glow on her face, finally she couldn't wait to start playing music again.

She walked into the poolside with sight of grand wooden piano approaching it she stood for a moment overlooking it.

Running her fingertips along the wood to start off with she opened up the cover to see beautiful ivory keys with the classic black bars. Hariprakash had polished it for certain.  She played a note or two... it played beautifully. Khushis musical ability very apparent as it filled the poolside and the bedroom yet was broken when one particular key did not work.

 

She looked at it for a moment maybe she would not be able to use this old piano after all.  Thinking in disappointment Khushi hears some footsteps approach, understandably that of ASR.

Not realising when he'd walked into the poolside and taken a seat next to her in on the bench, Khushi watched him reach for a lever beneath the piano. Before she new it he had very carefully taken apart one of many keys to reveal the workings of the piano. Khushi watched him adjust very intricately the strings and put it all back together neatly. She watched him try a few notes and to her surprise he played the piano in a very tuneful manner (the first few notes of what sounded like Rabba ve..) as a test to check whether he'd fixed the issue and he had.

Khushi looked pleasantly surprised.

 

"My mother taught me a little ..but I was always more interested in taking the piano apart and putting it back together rather than playing music. Khushi looked at him with a smile. He was an intriguing man, she'd like to ask him more but she noticed that in due task of fixing the keys had he cut his index finger.

"Aap ke hathon se khoon beh raha hai she said in worry, "I'll get a plaster.

 

In no time at all she was back with a first aid box she balanced on top of the piano searching for a plaster in a rush .

It was just a little bit of blood as far as he was concerned but it was special to see care her eyes for him.

Seeing a lot of blood with a knee jerk reaction she put his index finger in her mouth for a moment and later examined it carefully to wrap a plaster around the cut.

 

 

"I'm fine.. now go on play something. He said looking at keys of the piano that had been awaiting its pianist for years.

Khushi smiled, she'd play the very tune he'd started .. Rabba ve  but rather than just the first one or two notes she wanted to finish it off.

Soothing it was  khushi seemed to know how to get on the right side of him.

Let me try he said with a twinkle In his eye she'd never seen before it was friendly look of excitement mixed with ease.

He had a go and replicated the tune ... khushi smiled it was her first ever lesson on this piano.

As intricate as this moment was it was also interrupted, by Aman. ASR put the call on speaker phone..

Sorry for the late night call ASR but your ticket is ready just need to check in online and I need your signature on a few bits of paper.

Hmm .. great thanks Aman, he putting the phone down realising that it was probably now time to tell khushi about his trip.

I need to make a trip to the US to help, Akaash needs my help, I'll be going next week.

The family especially di thinks I'm being neglectful of you If you feel the same I'll cancel.

He waited for a moment his eyes very purposefully on Khushi there were certainly the unspoken between them.

How long for ..

A week maybe 2

Aap jaaon ..she said with a smile .. ("you go)

I don't want to leave you like this he said honestly and very openly.

 

Uncomfortable, I want us to spend this week together ..

She nodded an okay,  it was obvious this was strange for her.

The best way to get to understand someone was to talk to them ..

And surprisingly enough khushi had the first question, she spoken in a very gentle pure hindi.

How long do you think it will be before we fall in love?

He had no answer for that he just passed a look of acknowledgement before his phone began to ring again and he had to get up this time to attend to it.  Thinking her husband was now long gone khushi wonders to herself about her own fate.

Don't people fall in love ..have their first kiss get married..and live happily ever after

But we're married..not in love..never ..kis... stopping there.

ASR however amused by  his new brides little complaining stops for a moment to turn back.

Before khushi knows it..he's raised her chin to take to her lips but khushi unaccustomed to this sort of interaction drops face nervously, she was truly as innocent as he deemed her to be and this  like his sister had mentioned it was her first ever relationship, he was her first touch,  she didn't know how to kiss it seemed, raising her chin by the tips of his fingers, ASR ignored the nerves on his beautifl little wife and placed a gentle kiss on his pink lips. Khushi didn't know what hit her, a shade of crimson it was obvious that she didn't know how to respond and as he let her go did he caress her cheek his eyes intense reminding her of how serious  he was about everything he had promised till date.

He sighed at first in disapproval at how all the women seemed to have a such a conventional way of thinking but his tone and his expression softened the second khushi looked up at him. Be gentle he had to tell himself this wasn't one of his work matters it was his wife. "We'll kiss often we'll be in love and love often, we'll have children.. you'll get everything you wished for khushi.  He says patiently.

Rather flustered per moment khushi lowers her eyes nervously for a moment which puts a smile on ASR's face, his bride was indeed innocent as to how beautiful she really was.

"Speak your mind more often it suits you he says with a approving glow in his eyes before leaving the poolside to take his call.

...

 

 

 

 

The next morning ASR had expected Khushi to have left the bed before him as to attend morning breakfast and join the rest of the women in nani's morning rituals yet very much to the contrary she was lay beside him.  She was indeed a very pretty lady, her milky skin tone, rosy cheeks and fragile frame he had noticed more than once now. He couldn't help but think back to last night, to his sisters words, khushi's reaction at his closeness.  How can a young lady as beautiful be so innocent as to have never shared a kiss with another but her husband.

Her eyes opened to the sunlight and again this morning he saw her behave equally awkwardly as she had done the day before she  shuffled around him finding herself yet again very close to him when opening her eyes.

"Good morning, he said

She squinted eyes and smiled..

"I thought you'd already be awake..

"Not aloud.

"What? he looked at her with furrowed eyes, the only one allowed to make rules in this house was him.

"i'm not expected to leave the bedroom so early in the morning at least not before you you have...

He only looked at her in more confusion and noticed she was having trouble sharing with him.

"Hamari suhaag raat ko ek din hua hai, a wife is expected to spend her first few mornings with her husband she said awkwardly, he saw a glimpse of dismay in her eyes by the time she was leaving his side out of embarrassment it seemed

 

 Before she could leave the bed he caught her arm twisting it gently back to make her stay in bed if they're bothering you...

"They're not ...sab bohot atche hai (everyone is very kind)..she said softly, look at me and say that again, he almost commanded.

He wanted to see if she was hiding something from him or it was really true.

"Aur mein...(and me?) asking inquisitively to see whether khushi did in fact hold some disheartenment towards him. She answered as expected in his favour

"Aap bhi.. (you too)

Like last night today she seemed as uncomfortable with their closeness it wasn't a surprise Khushi hadn't slept beside a man before nor had she ever thought about what that sort of closeness did to her or him. all she knew was that she felt embarrassingly warm and heightened in the morning after finding herself against him. She wanted to run off to the was room where as ASR was more adamant now to show her that this odd feeling she was uncomfortable about every morning was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about.

She felt him hook his fingers and thumb around her underwear and gently pull at the material, she was a disarray at what was happening around her, they couldn't have been more different to one and other if they tried and yet that is what made them so compatible with one and other.

She held her breath for a moment whilst he pulled parted her within her underwear with his fingers  put his lips to her ears, you're not expected at the breakfast table because they expect us to be doing this...right? He whispers into her ear making her heart run at a million miles per hour. "Sune, hame jane dijyey..she pleas ..

"Kiss me and I'll let you go... he demands sternly..

"I can't she replies

"Try .. he refuses to accept.

...

jagrutid2019-04-22 10:24:03