Chapter 77
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Part 21
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Arnav drove to Kanpur, with Khushi sitting by his side. He stole frequent looks at her, unable to believe that she was with him, forever. Khushi smiled and touched his thigh or held his hand when he could spare it. Hours passed in this manner, but to the love birds, time held no meaning. Place held no meaning. All that mattered was that they were together.
He owed Devi Maiyya one, he thought. And Girija Devi. And Tiwariji.
Furious rain lashed the trees and flooded the parched earth as he parked in front of a boutique luxury heritage hotel, run by a family.
It was evening, the sky darkened further by the rain clouds. Rain drenched them as he led a laughing Khushi from the car to the entrance of the hotel.
Arnav shrugged off his coat and placed it around her shoulders. She coiled her arms around his arm, lifting her face to the falling rain drops, loving the touch of the cold rain.
Arnav smiled fondly at her, savouring the sight of Khushi enjoying the rain.
The boy showed them to their room, placed their luggage in its place, informed them that room service was available all 24 hours, and left.
Arnav shut and locked the door after him. He turned to look at Khushi.
She was removing his coat from her shoulders, letting it fall off her shoulders to the ground. As he watched, she bent to pick it up from the floor.
The pink saree clung to her luscious figure, outlining every curve and every dip faithfully. Rain drops clung to her creamy, silky skin like dew drops on a fragrant rose...
Arnav gulped, his burning eyes tracing every inch of her figure, lingering on her body with intense possessiveness and passion. She was his. To love, to protect... forever.
She turned to look at him, a smile on her lips. The smile slowly faded. She stood still. The coat fell from her nerveless fingers. She stood looking at him, caught in the trap of his eyes.
She said softly, "That night... in the rain...in the car park..." she swallowed through a dry throat. "You looked at me like this... I... I didn't know... I thought you were angry with me..."
The words sounded like music to his ears, their sweetness heightened by the background score of the rain falling.
"I was angry." he whispered. "How could a girl affect me so? Make me want to carry her off? Make me want to..."
He walked closer to her.
Khushi trembled.
He unclipped her hair with a shaking hand. "Make me want to let her hair fly loose in the wind..."
His finger traced a rain drop from her forehead down her cheek to her jaw, lingering on the edge of her lips.
"Make me want to touch her like this..."
Khushi parted her lips, drawing deep breaths in keeping with her heart's dhak dhak. One hand came up to clutch his jacket for fear that she would collapse in a puddle on the floor.
"Make me want to free her of her cumbersome clothes, one by one..." Arnav unpinned the sari's pallu, letting it fall to the ground, the weight of the rain water and its silver work making his mission easier.
His incendiary eyes travelled up and down her form, and slowly his fingers caught hold of an edge of her sari and slowly pulled it completely off her.
Khushi covered herself with her arms & hands, a blush rising in her cheeks.
"Make me want to touch her, touch every inch of her creamy skin..." He ran his fingers gently down her throat, over her shoulders and down her arms.
Khushi shivered violently, unable to bear his slow torture. He gently pulled her arms down, giving him and his hot eyes complete access to her body.
"Feeling cold, Khushi?" the devil asked in a husky murmur, as he pulled her in to his arms, his fingers caressing the bare skin of her waist.
Khushi shuddered and gasped, clutching on to his shoulders with frantic fingers.
"Arnavji...", she whimpered.
"Hhmm?" he asked, his fingers travelling up her back under the fall of her hair, trying to locate the two doris that held her blouse together.
Khushi felt him take hold of the dori at the top and pull the string. The blouse loosened at the neck.
Khushi clutched his jacket with trembling fingers.
"Khushi, remove my jacket, please?" he invited her in a whisper. "Or I will fall ill." He convinced her that shedding clothes, especially wet ones, was conducive to health.
Her fingers tried to ease the buttons out of their holes, the wet fabric and her unsteady digits making the task difficult. Not to mention Arnavji's roving fingers. Finally she managed to free him of his jacket.
"My shirt, Khushi?" he pleaded nicely, his thick voice sending a thrill down her spine.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms.
He stood before her, wearing only his pants.
Her fascinated eyes travelled all over the expanse of his muscled chest and his washboard stomach, making his breath hitch. Her innocent but greedy eyes were more potent than the lures of sirens of yore.
As he drew in a deep breath, Khushi lifted one hand and gently touched his heart.
His breath shuddered to a stop.
"Hamare dhadkan ek ho jaate he..." she whispered.
Arnav nodded, looking in to her rapt eyes.
"Arnavji... Hum aapse bahut prem karte hein..." The words fell from her lips in a smooth flow, without artifice, without any coyness... As though saying the words was as natural as breathing.
Arnav felt his eyes fill. He didn't deserve her. No one knew that better than him. But he couldn't do without her. He swallowed hard.
"I love you, Khushi." he croaked.
Khushi nodded, smiling gently at him.
"I want to spend my whole life with you. I don't want to spend even a moment without you, Khushi." he said in a whisper, as though it were a vow...
"I won't let you spend even a moment without me, Arnavji." Khushi warned him, equally serious.
"Thank you." he said from the bottom of his heart.
"I want to enjoy each and every moment of our lives together, without wasting a single moment." Khushi said, her face all serious.
"Your wish is my command, my patni." Arnav whispered.
Suiting action to words, Arnav cupped her face, lowered his head, and caught her cool lips in a burning kiss. When they finally came up for air, neither of them was in a position to form words.
He scooped her up in his arms, carefully, as though she were his treasure, and carried her to the bed.
Khushi whispered, "When we get back, I will wear the red nightdress you gave me. The one like a handkerchief?" she reminded him.
Arnav burst out laughing. "Wear it if you like it, Khushi. I think I prefer you in nothing at all."
Khushi pouted in mock anger.
Arnav dropped more kisses on her face, and then her lips. Kisses that stole her senses and her breath away, sent her body trembling in need, made her forget where she was and what she was...
Khushi coiled her arms around the strong neck of her husband, looking up at his strong face, knowing that she had finally come home, that her home was with and in Arnavji, where ever he was.
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Dear readers,
I will be starting the next story on 12 September. Hoping to see you all then. Till then, take care. Lots of love,
Smita
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