Chapter 33
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[MEMBERSONLY]
[NOCOPY]
SAVING KHUSHI
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Part 16
After a laughter-filled dinner, Khushi dragged the cot to the yard, and sat there with Arnavji, looking at the stars.
Arnav looked around. There was no one on the road. Street lights shed dim light on the tubewell and his car parked in Happyji's garage.
"Khushi, remember the bath you gave me?" he asked, laughter lurking in his eyes.
She looked at him with wide eyes. "Bath?"
"At the tube well, in the presence of many ladies." laughed Arnav.
Khushi's face reflected the rush of memories in to her mind. She smiled and looked away, blushing.
Arnav caught hold of her hand and threaded his fingers through hers.
"I am sorry, Arnavji." Khushi whispered. "You took offence, didn't you? I was so angry with you that..."
"It is OK, Khushi. I deserved that and more." Arnav admitted.
They sat in the cool night air, holding hands, huddled together.
The stars shone bright over their happy and content heads.
Arnav wielded the mosquito mat expertly, massacring the pesky bloodsuckers lurking in their bedroom.
Khushi came in and shut the door.
"Shall we go to bed, Arnavji?" she asked.
"I will switch on the AC." Arnav said, and went to do the needful.
Khushi straightened the pillows. Then she took a sheet, folded it many times, and placed it down the bed in a line to divide the bed in to two, his and hers.
Arnav looked at the sheet with shocked eyes. "Khushi, what is this?"
"The Raizada Rekha, also known as Arnav Rekha." Khushi smiled cheekily.
"Khushi!"
"My Pati Parmeshwar is always scared that I might pounce on him in my sleep and do badtameezi with him." Khushi explained, batting her lashes, trying to look all innocent. "So he places this rekha to warn me not to cross over..."
Arnav did not let Khushi complete her teasing. He grabbed and threw the sheet away.
He swept her in to his arms and carried her to bed, his arms a safe cradle for her. He laid her gently on the bed, and lowered himself to lie beside her, leaning over her to study her lovely face in close up.
"But I have a wife who, despite all my precautions, crawls all over me at night..." he whispered.
Khushi pouted.
"She sleeps in taekwondo poses all night, wrestles with the covers, coils her legs around me, climbs all over me, and holds me by my collar..." he teased, his eyes burning in to hers.
Khushi went all rosy.
"She fears that I will fly away out through the window if she lets go of me." he smirked, his eyes on her pouting lips.
Khushi growled, "Who was the one who said that he hated to share a room with me?"
"Who was it?" Arnav asked, all innocent. "He must have been a fool."
"Ji. He was a fool. An arrogant fool full of ghussa, full of nafrat..." Khushi made her opinion of him clear.
"And full of love for you. More love than he knew what to do with. Love that just wouldn't die whatever happened. Love that could not be forgotten, killed, or ignored. Love that made spending each night with you in one room a fine torture." He peppered the words with sweet kisses on her lips. His voice went all soft and husky, and Khushi moaned.
"Kya hua, Khushi?" he asked, his wicked eyes smiling at her.
"Nothing." Khushi tried to be composed and dignified.
"Nothing? That's OK then. Good night." He turned away, pretending to go to sleep.
Khushi stared at him, her mouth wide open in an Awww.
She lay waiting, hoping that he would gather her in to his arms and make sweet love all night. One second passed. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six...
She looked at him.
"Arnavji!" she called softly, fed up of waiting.
There was no movement. He lay still. Only a smile on his lips betrayed his devilry.
"Hhmmmpppfff!" Khushi fumed. She turned away and lay facing the door.
One, two, three, four... Her heart beat matched the ticking of the clock.
Slowly, his hand came to rest on her shoulder. Khushi tried to shrug it off. He held firm.
His fingers trailed down her arm, scorching the skin it touched.
Khushi shuddered in helpless pleasure.
His fingers moved up her arm, her shoulder, and to her nape. They expertly undid the hook and pulled the zip of her suit down to her waist.
Khushi trembled, shivering as though she had contracted fever.
Silently, his gentle fingers smoothed the suit away from her shoulders.
Khushi shut her eyes tight.
He caught hold of her shoulder and gently turned her to lie on her back. He looked down in to her dazed eyes with needy, passionate, hot eyes.
"Your eyes tell me everything you feel, Khushi. I don't need your words." he whispered as he demonstrated the good use she could put her silent lips to.
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