Chapter 154

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Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 2 of Part 42.

Arnav was watching Khushi's face as the mehendi lady artistically designed LGR on Khushi's palm, while giving him Royal Ignore Khushi had her eyes looking intently on the design that was being done. When the design was completed, Khushi bringing her hand close to her face, scrutinized it carefully and felt that it was perfect. She was satisfied with the handiwork. Pushing her hand under his nose she made him see the initials engraved in mehendi. Biting back a smile at her gesture, he extended his palm to the mehendi lady. He requested her, to kindly write C on his palm. When the lady with a smile picked the cone to write, Khushi pushed his hand away. Giving him a deathly glare that she could muster she asked, C? Who is this C? Arnav schooling his face not to smile like he felt, extended his arm once again. Khushi silently pushed it away. The mehendi lady smiled at the silent battle of will that was going on. Khushi whose brain was working overtime as to what C stood for, concluded that he would not dare to write any other girl's name on his hand. She would kill him if it were so. So C must stand for her. Then it would be C for Chamkili! getting the hang of things she gasped and asked him whether he wanted to get C done for Chamkili? Arnav's answer with a smirk that he was thinking C as in Crazy, but Chamkili was fine by him too, had Khushi pretend to be outraged and exclaim, Awww! Arnav addressing the mehendi lady told her that even if she could inscribe S for Sanka Devi he would be fine. Khushi's eyes gave him a penetrating look but unheeding it, he said, P for Parameshwari. No! was Khushi's instant retort to the lady with the cone in hand. At Arnav's suggestion, Or J, Khushi's face beamed with happiness and asked, for Jalebi Rani? But Arnav's retort, that he was thinking in terms of Jhalli Rani, Silly Queen, had her feel downcast and she feeling offended, jumped up saying, Arnavji, you.

Arnav, for his built was surprisingly agile, and in a second moved away on twinkle toes. Khushi in a flurry of skirts and swinging long black hair, was soon off chasing him. Glaring at her hand filled with mehendi, she thought if only her hands were free, she would have gladly strangled Arnavji and enjoy doing it! Nani, Mami, Buaji and Anjali watched Khushi chasing Arnav around the hall, while he evaded all her attempts adroitly, waiting for her to be within arm's length of him and weaving a maze with the pieces of furniture. Their game had Nani comment with a smile, that anyone would think that Chotey had years of practice in this sort of evasion. Incorrigible Mami, in her very own Hinglish, told her mother-in-law, that it was good that he is getting practice as he would need it in the future after marriage, making Anjali giggle. Buaji hit her head with her hands and said, He Parmeswari, leave Arnav Bitwaa! Are you children to run around like this? Titliyyaa, you will trip and fall, Nandkisore! Nani giggled and told, Anjali Bitiyaa, they must have been cat and dog in their previous birth, making Mami quip, Tom Arnav and Jerry Khushi! It had all chuckle and Buaji wondered aloud, that it was no wonder that Khushi was like this with her fondness for watching cartoons with the children of the neighbourhood!

Arnav in a quick move ran up the stairs into his room with Khushi following him. Her attention was on negotiating the stairs while trying not to fall flat on her face. Arnav chose to go inside his room knowing he would get all the privacy he needed. Unsuspecting Khushi, walked into the trap by following him and as soon as she reached the centre of the room, Arnav in a swift move latched the door. Khushi stood in the center looking at him with her breath caught in her chest, her breathing suspended, realizing what his intention was all along. The scheming, devious, crooked.. Arnav Singh Raizada! She ran out of epithets as she could not think of any derogatory word just then. He stood looking at her, a ravenous look in his eyes, his gaze taking in the enticing beauty in green lehenga and red dupatta. Seeing it, Khushi tried to cover her waist with her dupatta nudging with her elbow so as not to smudge the mehendi. Feeling that it was not satisfactory, she glowered at the mehendi for rendering her hands useless! Seeing her predicament, Arnav smiled while it made Khushi distrust. As she watched, he began to take a step at a time towards her and her eyes widened at the slow but deliberate pace he had adopted. She watched his left foot' his right' then his left' his right' Khushi looking at her hands that would not be of any help, and with a huff and a puff, swiveled on her toes and ran out of the room through the open door that led to the poolside. His, Khushi, as he ran behind her did not stop her from circling the pool in her attempt to put distance between them He Devi Maiyya, He Devi Maiyya, was her chant, as she ran around circling. Changing the direction, Arnav tried to catch her off guard, but Khushi on twinkle toes turned and fled away. The edge of her dupatta slipped down from her waist exposing the willowy, satiny skin making Arnav mesmerized. Khushi, gritted her teeth looking at her mehendi filled hands, unable to cover herself! She had two useless hands, a predatory lover and a duppatta that refused to camouflage her body. How was she to manage? She lowered her eyes just to check for other ways to set things right. Arnav who was waiting for this very chance moved in with a quick but silent feet and before she could say, Arnavji, he closed on her. He was so close that his breath was fanning her cheek. With a startle, she glanced up to hear him say, in a low voice now where could she go. Khushi looked into him, her breath coming in choppy waves and she whispered, Arnavji, and his Hmmm, was followed by his lips orientating themselves towards hers. Khushi tried to step back, but his black recliner had her sandwiched in between. As she tried to slip away his hands came up and clasped her shoulders, making it impossible for her to move either way. Khushi's whispered, my hands' the mehendi' had him whisper back, that she does not need her hands to kiss him. Khushi blushed and protested that she was not going to, making Arnav smirk and say, then he was afraid that she would not be leaving the room. Khushi stared at him. He invited her to kiss him and only then she could leave, or else in a smoky voice that sent pleasure tingles along her spine making her gulp and gasp for air.

Khushi looked into his caramel eyes. She could see it darkened with desire with the golden flecks glistening prominently. She wondered, how dare he look at her like that? How could he smile at her like that? knowing that it made her knees go weak and her body tremble. He was deliberately cornering her into submission by trying to make her a heart lurch. Khushi looked at his luscious lips that were beckoning her. Her own quivered. Slowly, moving closer to him, her molten eyes lingered on them. He waited with a bated breath, for the sweet touch of her lips. Khushi fell on him, balancing her weight, ripping off his defence, she plundered his lips taking in her fill of his enticing lips that had lured her. Arnav, who had never expected this, felt his heart stop and then pick up the pace. He felt as though he was on a hound hunt and the hunter became the hunted.

Ganesh looking at the patterns with great attention was a source of amusement to Anamika. Finally he declared that all were good, making Anamika smile. Lifting her hand in his, looking at it, he said, she had beautiful hands and any design would look good on her delicate, dainty and shapely fingers. Lowering her eyes, Anamika asked him softly to choose any one for her. Ganesh selected a floral design with vines and flowers. Anamika handing it over to the lady said that was the chosen one. Ganesh asked her whether she liked it as she had not even glanced at it. Anamika in her soft voice, letting it be heard only by Ganesh whispered, how could she dislike when he liked it?

This update is about a feeling of strong eagerness, a feeling of great warmth and intensity, an intense feeling of love, in a word ARDOUR.

Khushi had the letters LGR written on her palm and after inspecting it that it was done to her satisfaction, she showed it to Arnav. When it came to his turn he took different letters but not K. He took all the letters that stood for her numerous nicknames earning scowling glares, pretended outrage and even burning stares. Finally when he settled for J it made her happy thinking it stood for Jalebi Rani, only to be burst by Arnav that he had thought about it along the lines of Jhalli Rani, Silly queen, Khushi reached her limit. She stood up to pummel him for his teasing, but understanding her intention, Arnav started to retreat. This showed that both love to tease one another and banter is part of their ardour. Both revel in the fierceness of their feelings that are intense, warm and keen.

"Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean"

~ Bob Dylan

Khushi pursuing him with great fervor as Arnav beat a hasty retreat, was a treat not to be missed. It was a heart warming scene for the rest. The family was happy to see Arnav open up so much as to let his hair down enough to prance around. This was the man who attended family functions with great difficulty. He who had passion only for his work, was now playing cat and mouse in his own living room. This was a feeling that his family wanted to push him into and where they had failed, Khushi had succeeded. His life that was filled with shades of grey was now filled with bright colours. This enthusiasm was something the family had wished for him and now cherish.

"It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living"

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

As Arnav dashed into his room, Khushi unaware of his intention followed him. As soon as he had her where he wanted her to be, he latched the door. That's when she realized that he had her in his snare. She had walked unwittingly into his den where he would have uninterrupted privacy. She had thought she was the hunter and he the hunted! Now the hunter became the hunted.

Once in his citadel, Arnav was laid back and asked her to give his due. Only then she could go out was his pronouncement. Khushi though tried to evade it could not. Taking up the challenge of having to kiss him she kissed him passionately with such ardour that it staggered him. Arnav who had been pleased as punch to have some quality time with Khushi, never realized that the hare could pack such a punch and he felt as though he had a punch that was intoxicating and it was a bolt out of blue assault on his senses! Once inside his room, Arnav had thought he had things under his control, but Khushi had turned the table.The fabled ASR who was unfazed by anything was given a dazzling display of ardour by Khushi Kumari Gupta, that it left him in a daze. The hunter became the hunted!

"When it comes to what you really want in life. Dont take no for an answer. Take no for a question and Go for it!"

~ Bernard Kelvin Clive

As per Anamika's wishes, Ganesh looked through the patterns in great detail and pronounced that they were all good and anything adorned by her beautiful hands would look good. At her insistence, he chose one with flowers and vines. Without even seeing it Anamika was getting it done. When Ganesh asked whether she liked it she spoke avidly with such warmth and faith,that his choice was bound to be to her liking, for Anamika had such faith in her love.

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own"

~ Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

That is why it is titled ARDOUR.

That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.

rulama2013-06-14 10:16:26