Chapter 185
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FINDING KHUSHI
Part 45
Section 4
"Khushi..." Arnav leaned forward to taste her smiling lips.
Khushi laughed, swiped the blanket from him, wrapped it around herself and ran to the bathroom. She made a face at him, and giggling, shut & locked the door.
Arnav sat on the bed, astonished, free of the blanket, feeling the chill air of the morning on his bare skin. He quickly jumped out of bed, pulled his wardrobe open, & wrapped a towel around his lean waist.
Now to get the bathroom door open... He focused his sharp Haridwar-trained brain to the problem on hand.
He spied her suitcase in the corner. He smiled. He quickly flipped it open and pulled out a set of clothes from it. He riffled through her belongings.
A few seconds later, he was at the bathroom door, banging away.
"Arnavji!" Khushi laughed. "I am not going to open the door. I won... I won" She jumped up & down in joy, banishing the slight pull of unused muscles throughout her body as of no consequence.
Arnav hid his smirk. "Yes, Khushi, you won. But what are you doing in the bathroom without your toothbrush & clothes?" He sounded as innocuous as possible.
Khushi's mouth fell open. No wonder Buaji called her Bhooleswari Devi at times!
"Khushi, open the door. I have your clothes & brush here." he threw out the lure.
Khushi looked at the door & at her clothless form. She sighed. She had no choice. She quickly grabbed a big, white, fluffy towel and wrapped it around herself.
She tiptoed to the door, and reluctantly, her heart pounding, unlatched it. She opened it a crack, and peeked out. He Devi Maiyya! Arnavji was wearing a white towel! That is, only a white towel!
Her rapt eye wandered over his hard, lean, muscled body, helplessly caught by his magnificence.
Arnav looked at the single beautiful eye looking him up & down in fascination, and bit down his laughter. He put on his normal, serious, stern look, and held out his hand with her clothes & other necessities.
Khushi gulped down her reservations, and clutching at the towel tied at her chest with one careful hand, she put out her other hand through the tiny slit of the door.
Arnav walked closer to the door in his usual purposeful stride, the clothes in his hand.
Khushi took her eyes from his rippling muscles for a second to look at the clothes.
That very second, Arnav threw the clothes on to a side table and caught hold of her arm.
Khushi's mouth widened in a perfect 'O'.
"Now who won?" ASR smirked.
Khushi gathered her floating senses, and cried foul. "Ramanchi! Aap ne ramanchi ki!"
"So?" ASR drawled.
Khushi fumed at him.
Arnav tugged at her arm to pull her out of the bathroom.
"Arnavji, chodiye hamein!" Khushi whispered, scandalised. If her hold on her towel loosened...
"Nahi chodunga." He was as stubborn as a kid.
"Arnavji!" she tried to pull her arm out of his hold with a lot of effort.
Arnav let go of her.
Khushi staggered back in to the bathroom, leaving the door unattended. This was the moment Arnav had been waiting for. He pushed the door open, walked in, & locked the door.
Khushi looked at an Arnav leaning against the closed bathroom door, clad only in a miniscule white towel knotted low on his waist.
Khushi swallowed hard, her heart beats like the thundering hoofbeats of galloping horses. She held her towel in a death grip.
Arnav looked her up & down.
Her wide eyes, running all over his body, her unbound hair, her slender neck with his mangalsutra around it, slim, creamy shoulders rising above the white towel, her slim legs showing beneath it... His hot eyes devoured her, conveying his intention to love her till she forgot her own name.
Khushi took a step back.
Arnav took a step closer to her, and followed it with more steps, crowding her towards the shower stall.
Anamika woke up feeling happy. She looked around, her alert eyes taking in the wilted flower chains, the rumpled bed, their clothes lying scattered on the floor where Ganesh had flung them...
Anamika sat up, pulling the covers to her chest, feeling a blush make its way all over her body.
She looked around. Ganesh was nowhere to be seen. The door was open.
She slowly made her way out of bed, feeling her body ache in a very pleasurable way after the hours of lovemaking Ganesh & she had indulged in, as though making up for all the years they had wasted.
She smiled as she walked to stand before the floor-length mirror in the room, dragging the covers after her.
Her hair was lying in a cloud around her shoulders, mussed by Ganesh's hands. Her cheeks were rosy, her neck and shoulders felt as though they carried an imprint of his lips... She looked beautiful. And loved. Very loved. She felt loved, from the tips of her glossy hair to her toes. Anamika blinked to get rid of the tears that had appeared in her eyes. She had never loved her body, only hated it. And ignored it. For years. When had she last worn something attractive before her wedding and stood in front of the mirror and appreciated her looks? Before she had been 18. She swallowed the ball of tears lodged in her throat. It had taken Ganesh's warmth & love to thaw her.
Her eyes fell on her hands with mehendi on them. Deep red. Naniji had said that the deeper the colour of the mehendi, the more her husband loved her. Anamika smiled. She didn't need the mehendi to tell her what her heart had known for 20 years. She looked down at her feet. They too had the red-orange colour, etched deep & dark in to the skin. The smile widened. She hoped it never faded.
She heard Ganesh walking towards the room. Anamika dived into the bed, covering herself up modestly, and sat waiting for him.
Ganesh paused at the door.
Anamika had woken up! He walked towards the bed, a small smile on his lips, carrying a tray with 2 mugs in his hand.
"Coffee, madam." Ganesh got into bed & placed the tray by her. "Made with my own fair hands." He flexed his masculine, large digits to make her laugh.
She chuckled.
An answering smile bloomed on his lips. He handed over her mug to her. They sipped their coffee.
"You brew wonderful coffee." Anamika complimented him.
Ganesh nodded his thanks.
"I used to keep the coffee stuff ready in the studio for you, hoping that every time you came for shooting, you would make some. For me & all the others."
Ganesh looked into his coffee, smiling.
"Your brand, your equipment, a special black mug for you, and 30 cups all ready..." Anamika smiled. "And you did. Every time. You knew, didn't you?"
"The cups were something of a giveaway!" Ganesh murmured, chuckling.
Anamika joined in.
When they were done laughing, Anamika looked at her mug. It was pink. On it was written, 'My Princess'. Her eyes widened.
Ganesh shrugged, a slight flush on his face. "Gaurav & I went shopping before the wedding..."
Anamika swallowed her laughter with great difficulty, thinking about her son & his Papa shopping for crockery.
She looked at his mug. It was deep black. On it was written, 'A toad now. On the way to becoming a Prince.'
Anamika smiled at him. She placed her mug on the tray, and leaned forward, hugging him hard & kissing him on his cheek with enthusiasm.
"You have always been my prince." she whispered. "Only you."
Ganesh showered kisses on her face, his coffee lying forgotten on the tray.
Water poured down on Arnav & Khushi, wetting them thoroughly.
"White suits you, Khushi..." Arnav murmured, holding her close.
Khushi looked at him, gasping for breath at the look in his eyes as he stared down at her.
"But nothing suits you better..."Arnav whispered over the sound of the water as he unknotted her towel.
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