Chapter 135
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FINDING KHUSHI
Part 34
Anamika looked at Ganesh standing in her office. An unwilling smile played on her lips. He was frowning at a photo in his hand, his specs perched on his head, holding back his wild, unruly locks.
She walked up to him, stretched up, and kissed his cheek.
Ganesh dropped the photo in shock. "Anamika..."
"Hhmmm?" she asked, an eyebrow cocked.
He stared at her, loving the naughty smile in her eyes. She was blooming, secure in his love and the well-being of her son.
Ganesh looked at the door. Koel and the others were prone to walking in and out as work dictated, not standing on ceremony.
"They know that we are together. They won't come in." Anamika smiled. "Koel told me twice that I could work with you in peace. That she would personally guard the door."
Ganesh flushed in pleasure. The whole world seemed to be conspiring with them to give them time to love in peace.
"You are a miser!" Anamika complained, punching him lightly on his washboard stomach.
Ganesh looked at her, his brows raised in question.
"I kissed you, and you can't even return it!" she pouted. "Kanjoos... makhichoos..." she teased him.
Ganesh looked at her face, unable to believe the change in her. She had always been comfortable around him, but now she was at ease, touching him whenever she could, even if it was just a pat on his back as she walked by or her arm brushing against him as they studied some photo together.
She was now ready to tease him into touching her, having gotten used to his touch on her face.
Ganesh swallowed hard, reminding himself that he was supposed to be the epitome of self-control and that Anamika needed him to be in control of himself so that she could experiment with her sexuality and her body.
"I have been so remiss." Ganesh murmured.
Anamika chuckled.
He leaned forward slowly, giving her time to expect his touch. She watched his face coming closer to hers, and smiling, raised her face expecting and eagerly anticipating a peck on her cheek.
Ganesh defied all expectations by touching her nose with his. Anamika chuckled, but the chuckle died a quick death as his strong & straight nose rubbed against her cheek and his hard, warm lips settled near the edge of her lips.
She gasped, her lips parting, her heart racing.
Ganesh paused, giving her time to adjust to this unexpected attack. Eager for more, Anamika clutched his shoulders, her fingers conveying her need for him. But he stayed immobile.
Her eyelashes lifted. Ganesh drew in a sharp breath.
Anamika ran her fingers up his shoulders into his hair at the nape, clutching him closer. She couldn't be more vocal about her need for him.
Gently, Ganesh put his arms around her waist, giving her time to protest if she wanted to. But her love for and trust in him was so great that there was no place for fear in her mind. Even the nightmare of her past could not stop her from reaching out for him.
She squirmed to get closer to him.
Swallowing hard, Ganesh closed his arms around her waist and effortlessly lifted her up to lie against his barrel of a chest. Her feet dangling in the air, Anamika curled her arms around his broad shoulders.
Ganesh rubbed his warm lips against hers. She giggled softly.
"Hhmm...?' he asked, preoccupied.
"Your stubble." she whispered.
"I will shave. Next time." he promised.
"Don't. I like it." she whispered.
Ganesh smiled as he lowered his lips to her waiting ones.
Arnav walked into Buaji's house. The door was open and there was no one in the living room. He looked around for Khushi. She was nowhere to be found. The TV was on, and was playing old Bollywood movie songs.
The smell of jalebis wafted on the air. Arnav smiled. Lucknow's Jalebi Rani was making jalebis for her sweet stall. He strode towards the kitchen on silent feet.
Hamein tumse pyaar kitna, yeh hum nahin jaante
Magar jee nahin sakte, tumhare bina..., Sanka Devi sang along with Kishore Kumar, looking at a jalebi she was holding up in the air, her eyes full of love.
Hamein tumse pyaar...
She kissed the jalebi, and then popped it in to her mouth.
Arnav had to bite his lip to stop his chuckles, helped by Kishore Kumar's doleful lament.
Humein intezaar kitna, yeh hum nahin jaaante
Magar jee nahin sakte, tumhare bina...
Sanka Devi sang along with him, turning jalebis that were dancing in the hot, bubbling oil.
Arnav continued,
Tumhein koi aur dekhe, toh jalta he dil
Badi mushkilon se phir sambhalta he dil'
Khushi dropped the slotted spoon in the oil, her eyes like saucers, her mouth open, standing as though petrified.
Kya kya jatan karte he, tumhe kya pata...
"Arnavji!" she squealed.
He walked towards her and switched off the stove.
Yeh dil bekarar kitna, yeh hum nahin jaante
Magar jee nahin sakte, tumhare bina...
He walked closer to her, making her walk backwards in to the cooking platform, his molten chocolate eyes on her wide ones.
Hamein tumse pyaar kitna yeh hum nahin jaante
Magar jee nahin sakte, tumhare bina... Kishore Kumar crooned.
Arnav cupped her face and pressed his eager lips on her sweet lips stained with jalebi syrup, pulling her into his arms, longing to make her warmth, innocence, and laughter a part of him. His fingers made their way in between hers, his engagement ring rubbing against hers.
A long time later, his lips left hers with great reluctance.
"Where are the others?" he asked softly.
"Temple." she whispered, pulling him closer.
"Your jalebis?" he asked, smiling.
"They will wait." she said.
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