Chapter 28

Smita,😊

Here is the interpretation for Part 13.

This update is about quality and condition of fervor, passion. That is why it is titled, INTENSITY.

When Khushi woke up blinking her eyes at dawn, gentle warm light glistening like golden threads was filtering into the room giving it a golden haze. Outside, sunbeams were flashing on the face of things like sudden smiling of divine delight. She turned her head to look at her Arnavji's face and it was relaxed and looking younger, innocent, vulnerable and downright carefree with the frown lines that had made its home on his forehead, vanished like the lost tribes. Khushi felt tearful at the thought, her man, who had to shoulder many a burden, day in and out without respite, always strained like a tight strung harp ready to burst out even with a light strum, hiding his caring self under the mask of ruthless ASR, when all the time he had just yearned was for someone to love him and someone to call as his own. Though a man of considerable wealth both money-wise and heart-wise, his simple requirement was love and companionship which he had not received and due to that, he had worn the mask of indifference and diffidence with a fierceness that bordered on extremity. She was fervently glad that she could reach out to him and he had felt that he could let her in and pervade his personal space that he had guarded dearly. The magnitude of her feelings showed with the happiness she felt to be with him now, even though the path had been arduous and strewn with thorns. But, all that she had put behind her, with the misunderstandings resolved and the exit of Shyam from their lives, the dead past flew away like a flight of wild swans. Khushi dwelling in her potent sweet thoughts, as if in a dream, put out a tender hand, to smooth away the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead.

Her touch brought him out of his sleep and his eyes flickered open to rest on her beautiful face. His utterance, Khushi..., brought out by a spin in quantum state of happiness of his heart, with his eyes glittering fresh like the first beam glittering on a sail, told her that he had just sighted his heart's desire. A gentle smile touched on the sinfully delicious contours of his lips, bringing in sweet thoughts in her. As her lips too stretched in a gentle, sweet and alluring smile, reminding him the ways she makes his day sweeter than honey and the honey-comb put together, he turned and took her into his empty arms, holding her tight against his hard chest, offering her great comfort to enjoy the plentitude and warmth of his love. Khushi's shy whisper, asking him to let her go, had Arnav's smile stretch out wide with happiness and enjoyment and fervidly say, that now they were married properly and were husband and wife in real sense, even Laxmi, who had a strong penchant for butting in, would not be able to do so. Saying so he rubbed his nose against her's making her giggle at his wit. She was tickled to think that her Arnavji had thought even Laxmiji as a rival to her affection! Seeing her mindless giggle without a care, had his smile broaden, radiating vigour and abundance, for they were like summer's beam and summer's stream, his smile giving the warmth and her giggle gurgling like a brook.

He looked at the fine features and the creamy soft skin of his wife who had that heart stopping twinkle in her eyes. Her face was like the Milky Way in the sky, a meeting of gentle lights, and the smile on her plump lips attracted his eyes like a magnet towards it. Herding his thoughts as a collie dog herds the sheep; he whispered to her, she likes flowers does she not? her stammered, Ji, enhancing his cause. Stretching out, he took a red rose out of the floral arrangement by his bedside and whispered, to tell him how she likes that rose. His voice though a whisper, rose like a stream of rich perfumes pervading her senses and sending a potent thrill down her spine. He touched her forehead with the fragrant petals of the rose, making her shutter her eyes at the avalanche of pleasure he released on her. Her lips parted to draw in air. Arnav swallowed and was humbled to see the helpless surrender on her face. Her surrender, with love, faith and trust in him, shook his heart like a windy reed, swelled it and lifted it with gladness, making him feel just like golden boats on a sunny sea. Gently, he moved the rose down the bridge of her nose to touch her lips. Khushi trembled in his hold with her heart beating like the wild jungle drums sonorously.

Arnav moved the soft petals along the curve of her lips, the scented petals kissing the pink folds of her lips just as he wanted to do. These thoughts ran leaping through the green pastures of his mind like fawns at play. Khushi gasped for air feeling the passion of his play, for the waves were rolling in, long and lazy. He moved the rose to stroke her cheeks and the lobes of her ears, and travelled down her beautiful jaw line to touch her pointed chin with his weapon of torture. As he slowly went on touching her with the soft petals of the rose, Khushi panted in the perfect silence of the room, her senses swimming dizzy as clouds. He moved the rose down the length of her neck. She struggled to swallow, her muscles in throat sent out a silent protest against the nervous movement. Resting the lucky flower in the hollow at the base of her throat, he waited with a bated breath. Khushi's eyelashes lifted like a curved hand fan, to find out the reason for the pause in the slow seduction of her senses, with all her other thoughts vanished like vapor before the sun. As her needy eyes looked in to his fiery, burning ones, joy like sunshine, deep and broad, fell on his heart. Their minds rested upon the thought, as chasing butterflies might rest together on a flower. Gleaming like an unsteady sea, he breathed out, Khushi...; his hot breath burned the skin of her throat as he threw the rose away and replaced it with his hard, passionate lips with an unmatched kindled ardour. A storm shower of kisses moistly covered her face, closing her eyes while Khushi trembled in the throes of growing passion.

That is why it is titled, INTENSITY.

"Life wants each of us to live on the 'A Team'-

Wider, ever more intense Acceptance of good in our lives.

Wider, ever more intense Awareness of good in our lives.

Wider, ever more intense Action for good in our lives"

~ Laura Teresa Marquez

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

rulama2013-10-05 03:52:41