Chapter 127
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FINDING KHUSHI
Part 30
Arnav walked into his office after a meeting with his managers to find Khushi sitting there, eating a jalebi.
"Khushi!" his voice carried a world of happiness at her unexpected sighting.
"Not Khushi. Sant Khushi Maharaj! Take my name with izzat, Arnavji!" She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs.
Arnav frowned. What was Khushi up to?
"What have you done now, Khushi?" he asked, suspicion rife in his voice.
Khushi huffed. "Why is it that you think I always get up to no good?"
Arnav changed the topic. Answering her question honestly would jeopardise his chances of marrying her on the 15th, and he was in no mood to have that happen.
"What happened?' he asked mildly.
Khushi jumped up from her seat in excitement, her grouse forgotten.
"Arnavji, you won't believe this! What did I tell you?" she asked.
"What did you tell me?" Arnav asked, a perplexed frown on his face. Keeping Khushi was difficult. Keeping up with Khushi was impossible.
Khushi sighed in annoyance. "Arnavji, you don't listen to anything I tell you." she accused him unfairly.
He opened his mouth to refute her accusation, but she did not let him.
"Anamikaji and Ganeshji have decided to get married. Isn't that wonderful?" she asked, her face wreathed in smiles.
His mouth remained open. He tried to shut it, but the shock would not let him do it.
Khushi giggled. "I told Anamikaji that you would stare at me with your mouth open."
Arnav shut his mouth with a click. Then he asked, "They really want to get married?"
"Ofcourse they do." She frowned. "What do you think of me, Arnavji? That I will force two unwilling people to marry?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
"I wouldn't put it past you and the army of ladies following you." he muttered.
"What did you say? Theek se sunai nahi diya." She glowered at him.
"Nothing." he said hastily. "When are they getting married?"
"Buaji, Naniji, Mamiji, Anjaliji, and Anamikaji are going to meet the pujari today to fix the date." Khushi smiled.
"I see." Arnav smiled.
"What do you see?" she asked.
Arnav drew a deep breath. "I see that Khushi Kumari Gupta has been a very good girl."
Khushi smiled happily.
"A very smart girl." he continued, his voice silky.
Her face lit up like a night sky filled with stars and a full moon.
"And smart girls deserve to be rewarded." he said as he walked towards her, his intent loud and clear.
Khushi jumped up from her seat. "Arnavji, no'no'"
Arnav continued to close in, disregarding her words.
She moved backwards towards the glass wall. He locked her in place, his two arms on either side of her.
Khushi panted at the look in his eyes, the way in which his eyes touched her trembling lips' She thanked Devi Maiyya that she had a wall to lean against. Otherwise she would have collapsed on the floor.
Arnav brought his lips close to her face.
Khushi ducked and slid out from under his arm. She ran towards the door, and turned to look at him, a gleeful smile on her lips.
"I am very smart, Arnavji." she chuckled as she ran down the steps from his office.
Arnav stood looking at her from a great height, a small, unwilling smile on his lips.
At the door to the building, she turned back to look at him. He smiled at her. She smiled in response, and with a jaunty wave, left through the door held open for her by the guards.
Anamika stood at the door to Ganesh's office, and watched the huge figure bent over many photos laid on his table with a smile on her face.
She cleared her throat.
Ganesh looked up, startled, saw her, and smiled.
He stood up and came towards her.
"How did the visit to the pujari go?" Ganesh asked.
Anamika smiled. "The nearest date is the 15th."
Ganesh smiled. "I am ready if you are."
She smiled. "That is ASR & Khushi's wedding day."
"Oh! Let's not steal their thunder. We can marry another day." Ganesh said.
"I tried to convince them of the same thing, but'"
"Buaji and the others would hear nothing of it." Ganesh smiled.
Anamika sighed. "They want to conduct both weddings together. In RM. One after the other. Or together in 2 mandaps. Whichever we choose."
"Are you sure Khushi & ASR wouldn't mind?" Ganesh asked. He removed his glasses and laid it on the table.
"Khushi could not contain her happiness. She phoned ASR and got his consent." Anamika said, smiling.
Ganesh smiled. "So it looks like we are getting married on the 15th."
"It looks like it." Anamika said, laughing.
When the laughter died down, he asked her gently, "Is this OK with you? If you want something else'"
"No. I like this. It'it feels good to be with so many people who are happy for you." she said softly.
Ganesh nodded.
"Is this OK for you?" Anamika asked.
Ganesh smiled. "It is perfect."
Anamika strode up to him and threw her arms around him. Tight. Ganesh drew in a deep breath and made sure that his arms were still.
She rested her whole body against his, rubbing her face against his chest, breathing in his sandalwood fragrance.
"You smell so nice." she whispered.
Ganesh had to work at swallowing.
Her fingers moved up and down his broad, muscular back, caressing every inch through his shirt.
Ganesh moved an inch back so that he could rest against his table. He put his hands on the table, clutching it in desperation.
Anamika continued her innocent attack on his senses. She brought her fingers to his chest and ran them lightly over the cloth.
"You work out daily, don't you?" she whispered.
Ganesh nodded. He couldn't speak for the life of him. He breathed in the flowery fragrance of her hair, and watched her rapid breathing with fascination.
She touched the first button of his shirt with an inquisitive finger. Ganesh could feel himself sweating.
"Can I'?" she asked diffidently.
"You can do anything you want." he whispered. "Just lock the door."
Anamika went on quick feet to the door and latched it. She returned to him in seconds.
Ganesh drew in a deep breath. He would need all his self-control to get through this. He tightened his hold on the table edge.
She slipped the first button through the hole, and looked up at him as if to ask if it was alright.
Ganesh tried to smile at her.
She moved on to the next button' and the next' and the next. Soon the shirt was completely unbuttoned, the flaps dancing in the wind coming through the open windows.
"Shall I?" she asked, hesitantly, as if scared that he would refuse her permission.
Ganesh croaked. "I told you, Anamika. I am yours. My body is yours."
"You don't mind me' touching you?" she asked.
"I like it." He was blunt and truthful.
Anamika smiled in joy, and pushed the flaps away. She leaned into him and helped the shirt fall off his shoulders and down his arms.
Ganesh shuddered in pleasure.
Anamika gasped. His muscular shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach looked as though they were hewn in stone.
"You are so strong!" she murmured appreciatively as she ran a curious, experimental finger over his chest. "And so warm."
Hot was the word, Ganesh thought. He felt as though he were burning up.
She placed her palm over his heart. His heart was thundering, beating fast and loud. She looked up at him in wonder. He tried to smile at her, and tightened his hold on the table. He hoped it wouldn't crumble under his stranglehold.
Anamika lifted her hand off his chest and placed it on her heart. "My heart is beating fast, like yours." She whispered.
Ganesh nodded. "That is what I do to you and you do to me."
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