Chapter 20

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Section 3 of Part 4.

This update is about an attack or incursion to obtain something; a raid, go to the place into which one is forbidden. In a word, FORAY.

Hearing Arnav's query, what happened Khushi? Got scared, is it? she glared at him. When Arnav extended his arm to help her get up, Khushi gazed at his hand and then at his eyes that were twinkling with mirth and naughty thoughts. Deciding to give it a royal ignore, she got up under her own steam, giving her hip bone a good rub. Arnav withdrew his hand but she saw the smile was lingering on his lips like an unwanted guest. Khushi flipped her head sending her bangs that were stroking her cheeks flying off in a wave and asked Scared? That too of him? Her peeved up face, her uneven breathing like a deer that was driven hard to bay and her flippant words made Arnav smile. He was enjoying the incursion he was making into her fortress of denial. Arnav tried to confirm whether she stood by what she said of not being afraid of him. When she affirmed, he asked her to prove it by coming to bed. His husky voice that was making her heart flip, was coursing through her like running rivers on their course alone, making her want to moan while her mind wanted to be left alone. He was on a systematic pillage spree. Khushi knew that the dare was a lure, just like spider inviting the fly to its parlour. Once that thought came to her, she moved away from the bed in a quick movement and reposed on the chaise longue declaring that is where she would spend the night. Arnav in a tone as resolute as an iron told her that she won't. Khushi without heeding his words, turned away from him settling comfortably over there. Arnav in a move, as swiftly as birds that skim the air, strode to her and scooped her up in one sweep. Her demand to leave her alone and all the squirming and flailing legs helplessly in the air came to a naught. Before she knew, Arnav had gently deposited her on his side of the bed with her head resting on his pillow. As she tried to get up, Arnav sat by her blocking her move by placing his hands on either side. Khushi with wary eyes looked at him as her head fell back against the pillow. Looking at her face, beauteous as the silver moon and taking the utmost pleasure from it, he kissed her forehead whispering against her skin, Khushi, I love you. His words that conveyed his thoughts, his voice that conveyed his feelings, hit her, marauding her senses in a trice, surged through her like neap tides making her pulse quiver and feel the tremble. Calling out her name, he tried to entice her to respond to his words, what he knew was true, but she remained stubbornly mute. She knew this assault was ransacking her and with great determination she had to keep a grip on her oscillating mind. While she remained so, Arnav told her she can remain silent as much as she wants to but her eyes, those lovely lamps, windows of her soul do speak to him. His claim had her horrified and she watched his serious eyes. Unnerved by the feeling, that he was penetrating deep into her soul, her eyes quickly skittered away from his and half veiled it with her long lashes. Arnav murmured throatily that she could hide her eyes from him, but she cannot hide her breathing. Her breathlessness was a giveaway. He was stripping her off all her shields and revealing her true self. A bewildered Khushi stared at him, trying to hold her breath. Not being very successful, she tried to breathe slowly, drawing deep breaths in to her lungs. Confounding her, with words laced with laughter, he said that she could control her breathing, but what about her heartbeats? Why was it racing? Why was her heart fluttering like a fan when he was near? Khushi, in a wink, clutched her heart with her soft and delicate hand, furious with herself. What could she do even when her heart was favouring him? He was all set to plunder and his raid was weakening her defense. She turned away on her sides, to hide her eyes, her breathing, and her heart from him. Arnav with a smile, like the sun in his glory on the bud, crawled in to the bed and curled himself around her. Winding his arms around her, clasped her hands in his and gently splayed her hands entwining his long fingers with her dainty ones, like vines. A hitched up Khushi, lay still.

Suddenly the dark clouds, like hooded monks, chanted with drops of rains. Speeding its pace, quelled the parched earth of its thirst, sending out the refreshing scent of the Mother Earth to waft on the wind. Leaves were twisting and twirling while the branches were swinging to the lashings of the rain and the wind. The sky was making an attempt to meet the earth.

While the nature was quenching the thirst of the earth, Arnav lay on his bed curled around his wife, his hand in hers. Darkness encompassed them like a cloak with the pitter patter of the raindrops singing them a lullaby and rocking them. For Arnav, it was the pleasantest thing and a blissful situation. Arnav's thoughts lingered on thinking that this was all he wanted, to be happy in life, with her hand in his, moments of togetherness in their own small and secluded world. This was what he needed. As soon as Shyam was kicked out and Di's life was settled, he could hope for some khushi in his. As a streak of lightning blazed across the dark sky, followed by a clap of earth shattering thunder, Khushi, who always clung to her Jiji at such times, pulled her hand out of Arnavji's, turned and threw herself in to his arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, trembling like a flame blown by the wind. With a beaming smile, he tenderly gathered her into the warmth of his arms. His night was spent mostly savouring the sweet warmth of the lovely bundle in his arms, cuddling her close to his heart and dropping kisses on her hair, while she trembled like dew on the leaves. The thunderstorm had succeeded to send the fly into spider's parlour. This was one foray that had yielded results beyond his expectation so soon. Together they made their foray into their own world, their choti si duniya.

That is why this update is titled, FORAY.

"Determination, effort, and practice are rewarded with success"

~ Mary Lydon Simonsen, The Perfect Bride for Mr. Darcy

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

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rulama2013-08-04 05:41:16