Chapter 29
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[MEMBERSONLY]
[NOCOPY]
SAVING KHUSHI
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Khushi handed over a tray laden with nutritious food for Di to HP, and turned her attention to making breakfast for all.
As she diced apples for Mami, she felt a gust of wind ruffle her hair and smiled. Arnavji was somewhere close to her.
She realised how close he was when his hot breath raised goosebumps on the fine skin of her nape. Khushi shuddered helplessly, her lashes falling over her eyes.
"Khushi..." he murmured against her skin.
"Hhmmm..." she moaned.
"Something is burning..." his voice held laughter.
Khushi sniffed daintily. It must be her senses that were going up in fire, she thought, her head swimming.
Suddenly her eyes flew open. She looked at the stove. A charred roti looked at her balefully from the skillet.
Anjali refused the tray of food and decided to come down for breakfast. All sat around the table, sharing the meal. NK & Akash tried to bring a smile on Anjali's wan face by fooling around, and succeeded in their efforts. Arnav, Nani, Payal, Buaji, Amma, Babuji, & Mami heaved silent sighs of relief at the sight.
Khushi sat by Arnav, and smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with happiness at the sight of Anjali's smile.
Arnav smiled back. His Di was on the mend. It was only a matter of time before she started taking an interest in life.
The Guptas left soon after breakfast.
Buaji whispered to Arnav on her way out, "Bitwaa, bring Anjali Bitiyaa to Laxmi Nagar. Let her stay there for a few days. We will keep her busy there, and by the grace of Nandkisore, she will heal soon."
Arnav nodded. "I will, Buaji. As soon as I can."
Buaji pinched his chin fondly as she left.
"Khushi... come up to our room." he whispered in to the phone.
"Arnavji!" she whispered, scandalised. "Now? I am in the kitchen with Jiji, making lunch. All the others are in the living room. What will they think if they see me going up?"
She cut the call before he could importune her further and weaken her resolve to behave in a decorous manner in the presence of their family.
"Khushi, I want a glass of juice." he called again on her phone. "Santra juice." he added, smiling thinking of how she had poured mango juice in his shoes as she couldn't find orange juice...
Khushi smiled. "Ji. I will make it now."
Arnav waited impatiently for Khushi to bring the juice to him, pacing the room like a tiger on prowl. There was a knock on the door. He turned around eagerly to see HP standing there with a tray in his hands.
Arnav stared at him, speechless with anger as HP placed the tray on the low table and asked him, "Arnav Bhaiyya, do you want anything else?"
"No." the lion growled.
HP, who knew what was good for him, beat a hasty retreat.
Arnav strode to the top of the stairs and yelled, "Khushi! Khushi!"
Nani, Mami, NK, & Akash looked at him in surprise.
Anjali was resting in her room with her nurse keeping vigil over her.
Payal looked at Khushi with startled eyes. "Why is Arnavji so angry, Khushi?"
"I... I don't know, Jiji." Khushi stammered.
"Khushi, tum bhi na! Go and find out!" Payal urged her.
Khushi wiped her hands on a towel and ran out of the kitchen.
"Khushiji, Nannav is so ghoosa!" NK whispered. "Are you not scared to face him?"
Khushi smiled wanly at him on her way past him.
"Kaa hua, Khussi Bitiyya? Why is Chotey so angry?" Nani asked her, looking warily at a fuming Chotey standing looking down at them.
"I don't know, Naniji..." Khushi blushed as she ran up the steps.
Nani looked at Mami, and both of them looked down to hide their smiles.
Khushi ran up the steps and came face to face with Arnavji, standing with his feet apart and his arms crossed, a cross look on his face.
She frowned.
"Why did you call me, Arnavji? I have work in the kitchen." she pursed her lips.
Arnav caught hold of her arm and led her away to their room and secured the door after them.
He nudged her against the door, crowding her with his body.
"I missed you." he whispered in her ear.
Her eyes flew open. "But... but how can you miss me? I was in the house, in the kitchen..."
"I missed you in my arms." He proceeded to hug her tightly, burying his face against her throat, lapping the skin behind her ear with his tongue...
"Arnavji!" Khushi gasped.
He bit her ear lobe.
Khushi yelped in surprise and pleasure.
His hands went to the tempting curves of her waist, left bare by the sari. His fingers rimmed her navel as she jerked in shock, falling heavily against the door at her back.
"Always wear saris at home, Khushi." he murmured.
"Do you remember, Arnavji?" Khushi whispered. "You selected this sari for me... when I came with my relations to meet Nani on Jiji's wedding day..." her voice trailed away.
"I remember... You look beautiful in it... and out of it... Khushi... I love you in sari, Khushi... Wear them... always. They are more... more convenient." He whispered as he proceeded to show her exactly how convenient saris were.
A long time later, Khushi buried her face against his neck and panted, "What will the others think of us?"
"They will think that I love you, a lot!" he replied, capturing her pink lips with his hungry ones.
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