Chapter 78

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation to Part 21

This update is about the state of being actual or complete. REALIZATION.

From Varnasi, Arnav with Khushi sitting by his side drove to Kanpur. Every now and then he kept glancing at her unable to believe that the fact Khushi was by his side and his dream of spending his life with her becoming a reality. Though he had been telling himself that she would come to him there had always been that nagging doubts as to why should she. He had wondered if the tables had been turned would he have accepted her with an open heart. When he saw his reflection he never liked what it showed and he had always shunted the thought to the far corner of his mind. Khushi being with him was reality, as with a broad smile she kept touching his thigh or held his hand when he could spare it. He deeply appreciated this as she had accepted him whole heartedly. The distance was not noted, neither was the time as to the love birds, time held no meaning, place held no meaning. All that mattered was that they were together. Arnav thought that he owed Devi Maiyya big time and also to Girija Devi and Tiwariji, for helping him in materializing his heartfelt desire.

As furious rains lashed the trees and flooded the parched earth, he parked in front of a family-run boutique heritage hotel. It was evening, the sky darkened further by the rain clouds. He noticed even the nature was on their side cocooning them. Rain drenched them as he led a laughing Khushi from the car to the entrance of the hotel. Arnav shrugging off his coat 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, enjoying the sight of Khushi and her enjoyment in the rain. It was a portrayal of her happiness free of all the confusions.

The bell boy led them to their room, stowing their bags in the luggage rack informed them that they provide 24 hours room service and left. Arnav locked the door after him and turned to look at his Beauty. She was removing his coat and it slipped through her wet fingers. As she bent to pick it up he noticed that she was soaked wet and the pink saree was clinging on her like a second skin making each and every luscious curve visible with the rain drops clung on her creamy silky skin like the dew drops on a fragrant rose before the rays of sun caressed it off and let the bud to bloom. This was a perfection that made Arnav gulp and his smoldering eyes trace each and every inch of her curve. His eyes showed the intense possessiveness and the passion that was burning there. He knew that she was his. His to love, his to protect and his to cherish.

She turned to look at him with a smile on her lips and it slowly faded seeing the look in his eyes. The coat fell but she was unaware and like a mesmerized deer she looked at him with her hazel doe eyes that held golden speckles with an understanding dawned in. She whispered softly and haltingly, that night, in the rain, in the car park, he had looked at her the same way and she had not known what it was and she had thought he was angry with her... That perception made her swallow through a dry throat. The words sounded like music to his ears, their sweetness heightened by the background score of the rain falling.

He whispered back, that indeed, he had been angry thinking how could a girl affect him so?

Make him want to carry her off forgetting him and his rules?

Make him want her... and petered out as he walked closer making Khushi tremble with expectation.

With a shaking hand, he unclipped her hair and said, Make him 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 him 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.

As she gripped his jacket saying, Make him 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 and hands, a blush stained her cheeks. As he ran his fingers gently down her throat, over her shoulders and down her arms, he said, Make him want to touch her, touch every inch of her creamy skin... A frisson of excitement and anticipation ran through her very being. His voice, his hands, his eyes were adoring her and making her feel cherished, This was totally new to her and she felt engulfed by the bout of shyness. He gently pulled her arms down, giving him and his hot eyes complete access to her body. Taking advantage of her being unable to cope up with the raw emotions of her need, as he pulled her in to his arms, his fingers caressing the bare skin of her waist he naughtily murmured, feeling cold, Khushi? Khushi shuddered and gasped, clutching on to his shoulders with frantic fingers. Her whimpering, Arnavji... only got, Hmmmed, while his fingers travelling up her back under the fall of her hair, trying to locate the two doris' that held her blouse together. Khushi then felt him tug at the top dori letting it untie, the rising steam making her tremble.

Arnav in a husky whisper, asked the trembling Khushi who was gripping his jacket to remove it lest he fell ill, taking up the ruse of shedding clothes for being wet. Khushi with unsteady hand tried to ease the buttons but the wet fabric and her unsteady digits made the task difficult not to mention Arnavji's roving fingers. Finally she managed to free him of his jacket. Then came the turn of his shirt and as he pleaded with his voice thick with emotion it sent a thrill down her spine and she complied. Seeing his bare torso, 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, making his breath shuddered to a stop. It made her understand and recognize that he too feels the same as her. Her whispered, Hamare dhadkan ek ho jaate he... made him nod and look deep into her eyes. When the words, Arnavji... Hum aapse bahut prem karte hein... his eyes filled up. He knew that he did not deserve her. No one knew that better than him. But he could not do without her. He swallowed hard knowing that her words had fallen from her lips in a smooth flow, without artifice, without any coyness... As though saying the words was as natural as breathing. Overcome by happiness, all he could do was croak, I love you, Khushi. Khushi nodded, smiling gently at him. He told her that he wants to spend his whole life with her. He does not want to spend even a moment without her. His whisper was a vow that echoed in her heart too. Khushi keeping up to the promise that she had made to herself opened up her thoughts and told him that she will not let him spend even a moment without her, and that was her promise. Arnav felt gratitude fill him up and he said so. In all seriousness, Khushi told him that she wants to live a life with him enjoying each and every precious moment together with a sense of belonging to each other. Arnav, being the ever ready courteous gentleman, how could he not oblige when being granted the very wish that he had been seeking? He was much obliged to suit his action to his words, her wish as his command. 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 told him whispering in his ears that, when they get back, she would wear the red lingerie piece that he had given her on her birthday, the one resembling a handkerchief. Arnav burst out laughing and told her she could if she wanted to but he was not really particular for he would prefer her in the buff making Khushi pout. Arnav seizing the advantage covered her face with his kisses and then settled on her lips giving her the kisses that stole her senses, taking away her breath, trembling with need, making her float and forget who she was and what she was into the cloud where the enchanted land of only he and she dwelt. Khushi coiling her arms around his strong neck looked at the face that she had come to love beyond reasoning. Homing in with the help of her husband she had homed in and found her home, for home is where the heart is and that was with Arnav Singh Raizada, the face that she would love to see first each morning all through her life.

Thus they consummated their marriage and attained fulfillment with the realization that without Arnav there is no Khushi and without Khushi there is no Arnav. It was a triumph over all the insecurities that had bred in them and they successfully overcame it.

That is why this is titled REALIZATION

"Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real"
~ Iris Murdoch

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

To all the Readers,

Thanks a lot for the support and encouragement.

Rashmi.

rulama2013-09-04 07:42:13